This is a song about "Il"

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

But il cut your dick off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

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

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

I guess that il just have to deal

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

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

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key