This is a song about "Great wall of china"

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Rocked the ef 506 times on the wolf of wall street

I thought that we could make great days ahead of us

Smell the folgers get the scrotum out your focus

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

Rap king is invited for being a king of china town,

Painting inextinguishable sentences on the wall

Drawers by bad broads whenever the curtains call

I have the brain of a genius you have the brain of a neanderthal

Bottle of wrong-ful, reflection of this bitches head swinging on the wall,

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

So great i take over kids minds, like clash of the clans

My all gold rolly or the

Kunis, love to fuck her in china

Persevering they paint mental pictures of what things are in great detail

So needless to say this, leadership is not with a timid sail