This is a song about "The whole"

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

My whole fucking life gone in the mist stripped, the whole time god didnt exist

The whole parking lot is on fire

And i'm not bragging, i'mma be in her

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Along with the whole class

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Now the whole town fears me, the whole sounds thats so eerie it messes up yo hearing

Smoke that weed then we do the damn thang every evening evening

Fucked up the whole time frame

Imma make it rain

Saeed alisha i miss you, god bless my brother’s soul

But fuck these myths, because the illuminati as a whole,

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

My ambitious girl, i won't forget you