This is a song about "Pussy wizard"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I'll have the wizard buried in a jungle staring at the night sky crying like why

Man but this ain't no sign language

And realize ur pussy bitch.

I'm a rap wizard got skill and i zap with it

Black foamposites, it's like we on that mobbing shit

The dope the rhyme wizard

Pulling down her skirt

Yeah they sucked, whatever, the wizard did too but you're gone i'm still goin strong

In fly modei'm a homicidal outlawand five-o, get your lights on, fight long

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

I will find my wizard of oz, find the final cause for this

You make a nigga's night turn day

Movin' pussy like a freeway