This is a song about "Karma"

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Can't wait to see your karma come back around i am not coming back

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit, dead

Hard to imagine karma that people get

Karma grasped and the moms collapsed from the news

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

Fuckin' with my people well that's called the heath ledge

But karma is too late,i'm gonna have a revenge,

I think this shit is funny sorta like karma,

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Because this rap is like karma

My all gold rolly or the

Hard to imagine karma that people get

But more less the vest i'm comin for ya'll neck