This is a song about "The initials dw"

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

Take the exit, the nearest left

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Oldest nation on this earth

Coroners comfort your mama

I bring the heat like the

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

The trigger or the chair

Stuntin' in my rarest pair