This is a song about "Wally wanker"

He's a punk , he copies my lines when the beat drops,

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

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

When people wore pajamas and lived life slow

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Put a sock in it, yeah i never quit

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

705 this our city,

We gotta get back to what really matters

We get hit w/ them double standards,

You reflect me, i love that about you

You wont win even with a w,

What could you do ?if it was up to you

Grand theft auto: vice city too