This is a song about "Nigg www"

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

We got soul but no control, like john rambo rippin' throats

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Girl lemme get them ooh aahs then i gotta catch my plane

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Number one, this site is only used for fun

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Trevor winn, despite my past, i feel on site/

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Cause i'm crappin out better shit than you while sittin on the fuckin john