This is a song about "Silly willy"

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Not as funny as his fuckin silly ass brother,

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

To this silly game and now all i feel is pain.

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

Cause i won, on some silly shit, i already know

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

Out of lyrics and nitpicks with silly gimmicks.

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Hail mary nigga, run quick see