This is a song about "Which"

Which begat reactions

But i don’t mean top 40 hits

It ain't where i been

Which ends with jubilation

We believed in you

Which makes me hustle my q

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Which is the core for jealousy which lies beneath

We was high school peers, in junior high

Wondering which way will i die,

The beat never seems to drop, and endless eternity in which

Augh, i'm the hottest nigga, all i do is turn up, bitch

Which begat reactions

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

You smell that? that's the odor of success bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which