This is a song about "Sullying the good name of our dear blacksmith s widow"

Til they're as good as d12's kon artis

Professing they found one ready as this

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

Impressed with my pimp posture

My knees on the ground, dear father

Cause these kids never learn of the good

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Dear dad a failure of patience/ congratulations/ my observations serve me well/

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

Smokin' white widow like the web to a spider,

The name of the game is

Mm got the masses

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I'm gonna lose my mind just from the sound of your name.