This is a song about "Wait what"

Wu-tang gangbanged it, meth ate

There's no need to wait,

Just wait til the next track

Ha my mojo back

Cause im practically a dyke... wait...

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

The real deal ya know ya gotta wait

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Im still here but i can't skate

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

But next time we should probly wait

O wait...your moms already did/

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

Or somthing and wait to die

So y'all niggas can fly