This is a song about "Making fun of ill wayne"

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Stop making me insult you more,respect isnt for fun

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making

One day ill be making nothing but grands.

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Im not afraid to kill cops or make fun of fags

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

The chase has begun, one tonne of fucking fun fun fun,

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

Make fun of me and yell at me well fine

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

We made fun out of our jazz talks

I put these poems all in these songs