This is a song about "Well"

Destiney u laugh well should i

That got your mother high

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

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Alas poor phenomenaldropper, i knew him well

High: that's why they call us planes

Well we all make mistakes

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Well simply to be the best

Shows to do, got record to sell

Its grinding time my whole team knows well,

Well right after lightning comes thunder

And while i’m in your mother

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

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care