This is a song about "Tommy wen"

Yeah, i know, that's what they all say

Don't let the verbal tommy spray,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

You should see my chest wen i fukn flex

Have no souls indeed

Wen i walk down ya street

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit

She took off my tommy boxers, now i'm going commando

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker