This is a song about "Il"

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

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I guess that il just have to deal

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

Your bitch, she ugly, i kick her out the bed

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

If i ever bleed dmv you can hear it when i speak

Intendent attend them, cool cause

But il cut your dick off

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

That's why i always think i'm kicking something with feeling