This is a song about "Shank ye nan"

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

Ye yall people best believe it

Ye i moved and still got nothing do

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Journeyman with no fans. i'm the boogeyman, spearing your nan,

I'm a real producer and you just a piano man

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Ye we skate and ye we hate do what we do to dodge the fakes

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

It ain't personalstrictly business, baby

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Ill shank you in your heart, no ones ever tried to faught me

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Ye yall people best believe it