This is a song about "What re those"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

What else can i do besides loot for those exporting

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

Those fucks didn't learn, so you see, you get what you earn.

Cause our run will never be over, not at least until we say

Plus "whack" is what those haters say, i wish they could fade away,

Had to re align and not resign

I be on the highway dirty, crunch time

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

They bringing me fish and chips

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