This is a song about "Wen"

But i do quite well with all the bait

Lost my mother wen i was barley eight

Sometimes i think, what i need

Wen i walk down ya street

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

You should see my chest wen i fukn flex

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

I dint know wen did u become a jerk

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

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