This is a song about "W"

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

Yes, it's the illest bitch around, flawless and brown

I l-o-v-e the thc, w-double-e-d, either n-a-m-e doesnt matter to me,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

I just want to be on my w-double e-d,

A clever idea to take something they said

Salmon river leap stream another triple w dot domain

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Wu tang clan the w and the u

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Then ima trouble you, i spit a killer f-l-o-w

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Cause i'm tearing through you (w)rappers like children on christmas morning