This is a song about "West johnston"

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

My ego is big as kanye west,

I already said im the best, yeah you guessed, fuck kanye west

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Repping that west with knock out

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

You're the worse east to west need a a hundred vest

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

My insanity, profanity, my west coast mentality

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Eastside, take em to the west

But they still got them nice emcees from the west,

Half your body laying on my chest