This is a song about "Silly willy"

Kid, silly syllable wordplay, lyrical verse spray

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Slurr puns for fun, and suffocating silly flows

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

I can't stand battling illiterate silly pricks

Make you think i'm a silly guy

Hands in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

And you kids are just silly fools.

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

That's how i felt it, but what randy did was silly

A potential threat to the dictators selling you silly feeds

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets