This is a song about "Wen"

But i'm not worried

Wen i walk down ya street

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

U rap like me...umm wen i was two

And all the while i think of you

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I was 17 wen he kicked us 3 to the gutter the stupid mother fucker

I'm so-cal, you so-called rappers need to go call

Up my rules cuz wen you was wit her you was all

Up my rules cuz wen you was wit her you was all

Mama bills piling up, her son don't got no time to ball