This is a song about "Whats up"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Eat you up, watch nfl, feet up, have whats left of you doing my dishes

I wanna feel whats true

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

Lets teach this man a lesson, he's gave up, lost whats important,

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Yo whats up with that cannibal flow

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

My lady, my baby

Whats this gotta do with me?

Got a pound in the trunk ya know whats up, smokin on that ganja til the sun comes up.

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

Just another product of this matrix

With out no if where why or whats.

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

So if you got that good shit bitch that's whats up