This is a song about "Weary fawn"

Well, the club bout to hear this song

Got a fresh slug loaded, but its a fawn

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Never miss these things, see my game precise

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

My profile makes me appear cute as a fawn

Hustlin in our hoods , slanging nothing but the goods / street to street you will

Because i'm weary of seeing all these rappers spitting on records with no skill

Every time i'm at detroit, i've been very weary

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Black clouds circle my weary head