This is a song about "Il"

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

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

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Tryin' do right by you got me here

I guess that il just have to deal

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

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

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

But il cut your dick off

Speed up, patience, please cause