This is a song about "I will get back at you"

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

Try to get out, i doubt you will find the handle

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Yeah that shit will get you.

You fags will never hold me back

Yeah, the sex in the sack

When i look back at me

My lady, my baby

Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around

And if get back up, you will be put right down,

I know somtimes things get rough but you will make it through

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

I would hate for you to be stranded at the laundry mat, i got your back

I write back on rappad and get laughed at

The real muscle in the message of that