This is a song about "Pee zee wee"

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

It'd be cool you knew that this is a pee style

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Your bitch on my lap pleaing for my pee pee so bad

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm a wee bit efficient with the lines of my lyrics. getting sent to prison for

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

But i'm back, g, makin' the game reek of cat pee.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit