This is a song about "Il"

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

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

We came.. way too far pretty baby

But il cut your dick off

Intendent attend them, cool cause

Cause il kamahama ha a jugunaut straight to sleep

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

I guess that il just have to deal

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Il bust that tec across your deck and across your neck

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

Child support ain't come, that faggot still ain't bought me anything