This is a song about "The interent"

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

I bring the heat like the

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

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Huh, a metaphor of course

Where the fuck the chorus

She can make a pimp fall in love

The more battles the better the flows

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Here's the answer and the antidote:

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

It's the wolf gang, wolf gang

Still the man with the pan

Mr. cocaine muzik, i’m 100 proof

From the gutter to the roof