This is a song about "Wen"

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Wen i walk down ya street

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

But when you need a friend you can depend on me, call

Niggas that guided me through

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

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

At an extremly alarming rate

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

How come my toothpaste says don't swallow wen i'm brushin wit