This is a song about "Which"

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

Wondering which way will i die,

Had i not been exposed to these things

Which calls for variations

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Bitches cling similar to a star fish on my arm which

Which itty bitty whiny hoe

And i made it with that dope flow

Getting money, duckin' haters, nigga i ain't loafin' bitch

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

Of which we lack muscle.

Shout out them strippers who hustle

And judicial. which made it, so... official.

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

See that's insult to injury

Grandson asked "which one sees victory"