This is a song about "Wee wee"

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I'm a wee bit efficient with the lines of my lyrics. getting sent to prison for

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see