This is a song about "Weary fawn"

Black clouds circle my weary head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

My profile makes me appear cute as a fawn

I've been prosecuted for terror because my minds sick and ill/

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

So when you come around here don't be acting silly

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

Weary kids paranoid cause we chose to share highs

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

Got a fresh slug loaded, but its a fawn