This is a song about "W"

I'll go to walmart and reverse the w!

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

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

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

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

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

And do i need to mention when

Not w/ your niece on your lap holding you down

If it ain’t nothin', a break – uh break- breakdown

Cause when i make this stew

You wont win even with a w,

This is just the w-double e-d, speaking through me,

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

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