This is a song about "Silly willy"

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

Got 30 shots started actin silly

A-town, nigga, yeah it's trap city

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Miss your silly laugh and your nasal burning perfume

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

I'm really fucking serious i aint laughin this aint silly

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

I'll make y'all proud cause i ain't rappin' silly