This is a song about "Nic nack wolly wop"

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

The cat's not lyin', got hot raps. hawaiian.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I'm still heading toward my twang theory

On the tissue like other nasal germs

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

When i’m in the groove, i can freak a tune

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

No pain when your nasal passage ways are numb".

Golly wolly i, still hear the hate

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

C-squared wearin some hawaiian shirts, every one got there butt hurts,