This is a song about "Well man well"

Breakdancing to melle mel

You can hear the ocean real well.

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Wrote well, spoke well, no murder in a motel,

Sayin' they wish that i was well

Shows to do, got record to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

This is heaven on hell

And moms, she raised me well...

Well, i'm homeless man, i sleep in the snow/

I make you feel like it is 10 below

Now satan's a friend, man to what extent? fuck it might as well vent,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Outside i hear girls, birds chiming as well.

Hoping you well, i know it's hell