This is a song about "Washington t booker"

I don't see a problem

I wouldn´t diss my own mum,

They giving pounds and that before get the money

Go dissed raise your hands and rise up start screamin t

And thats just the begin sold out shows from meriden to washington

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

But i'm feelin' my dancei had one pill left

George washington, and the rest in the basement

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

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