This is a song about "To the"

Wolf gang, kill em' all

From the bench to the ball

You're fucking with me, nigga

Your fate equates to stormin the

To stay true to the crew

I wanna be next to you

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

To the rigors of the industry

Look, she so stingy with vagina

Shits hilarious, take the game to the

To tie the wire to his tire

You know...you know who you are

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

The ice ain't really nothing to her