This is a song about "Thee"

'cause thee mes-sage is in-fec-ted with

One time for the ville that cole rep

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Spittin mercury to purposely murder thee verbally

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Let me rideuntil i get free

So long lives this and this gives life to thee.

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

Of the words i spit, they will attack right to thee.

Whole ride hazy tell her don't drive crazy

My raps thee bomb call me d-con i servin u vermin some venom

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Soon to be number three read my lyrics as i beat thee,