This is a song about "Kkk grand wizard"

Act like ya man a hunnit grand

No sweat like a headband

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Kick over the can beat his ass and leave him 9 grand

The dope the rhyme wizard

Yeah you know i got that work

They could never understand

Just made like a hundred grand

Bases full, i grand slam/

I put that shit on my man

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

Knb is that your name that sounds like the kkk the generic version,

How bout that shit, ain't that just grand?

Just lay back, get your face slapped

I'm a wizard with these words so you're placed under spells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself