This is a song about "Weary fawn"

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Black clouds circle my weary head

My real estate sweet, yea ginger bread

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

That's where i hound your wife, she see the 4 pounds of ice

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

Got a fresh slug loaded, but its a fawn

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

My profile makes me appear cute as a fawn

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

I got the skill, i got that will to fufill, and make them haters go still

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