This is a song about "W"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

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

I'm walking with a w, while you're still catchin l's

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Said i'm bad motherfucker from the w e s t

Bought a brand new car for my after party

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

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

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

And if i do go you better come through

Wu tang clan the w and the u

We get hit w/ them double standards,

We gotta get back to what really matters