This is a song about "Wax pen"

Scholars and scientists now conceive that africa is the first place of mankind

I get gritty on wax like record players- i'm the slayer of that kind

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

I'ma ball, kill, then hit the pen

My ink pen so racist,

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

The tragicness of my dragon spit through pen

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

I need to free them

This paper to the pen

Gordy said it wasn't me cos i only smoke wax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Punch the clock, click the pen

What the fuck happened to rap when