This is a song about "Il"

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

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

I guess that il just have to deal

Intendent attend them, cool cause

But il cut your dick off

Not a product on the market that can offer this feeling

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

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head