This is a song about "Well"

Breakdancing to melle mel

Sayin' they wish that i was well

Well how about i murder you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

Well it's complicated, hard to explain

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

And moms, she raised me well...

The twin towers fell

On all the most depressing shit, oh well

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

//getting a good mic soon hopefully as well,

Sewer hell, skewered well... flow wet, screw a well

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell

This story flows good and you'll understand well