This is a song about "Wallet scotch"

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Take you to my basement, get some scotch tape to wrap ya face with

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

Foreign drop top coups, and yachts guzzling straight shots a scotch,

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

The world in my wallet, the universe in my hand

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

Stole his wallet and proceeded to run.

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

Said i don't got scotch so my bars dont stick

Some jack you for your wallet with guns, like "where's it at faggot?"

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit

Call me diabolic best hand over your wallet