This is a song about "Mrsir dewey"

You said that my rhymes belong on disney, but yet you want no cussing in a rap battle

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Got some lames in my trunk, i dank 'em skunks in shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

That a niggas gonna end up, when im done puffing this dank

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

Shook ones? lay 'em down like wet cement,

Rollin dank so i dont feel tense

I'm on deck i'm up next

(uh, uh) there you go that's john doe

Wale dc said we on joe