This is a song about "The v"

Get this paper my stomach on e no time for change v im all about benjamin

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Get me on mp3 or d. v. d, known by country, 'n n. l. p. d!

If i see it how he seen it, that would make my parents happy

V-neck polo, horse be the logo

You haven't flowered loco

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

Gonna spread more creep then a z v z

Fave letter after "v," 'cause i wanna double you.

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze