This is a song about "Il"

I dont really shakespeare

I guess that il just have to deal

Io sono il più grande di tutti, no translating, no peaking!

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

But il cut your dick off

Speed up, patience, please cause

Il tear your heart out cause aint no one gon pop me,

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

He's wheezing out of breath i guess il be taking the chair

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Pack a bad bitch then i pass it to my nigga meek

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep