This is a song about "Shank ye nan"

You're a bitch and i'm here to dismiss ye,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Take your nan for an instance

Just sit back and relax and take it easy

It take a shank and metal tank to harm me

I'm tryna stay with you, lay with you

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

On me but you won't know it comes to ye, i'll strike back throw you in a sack

I use mater ta fuckin shank her

So it leaves me to wonder

I can't see yalet's show these fools how we do it over on this west side

Ye im 13 but ur goin to be surprised when i rhyme coz im goin to rise like

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

What am i gettin too wordy for ye, is my shit too dirty for you,