This is a song about "Whole suad on that wild shit"

On whole new level of offensive,

Gotta be something for me write this

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

And i ain't talkin clumsy, lsd on that shit

The real muscle in the message of that

When we first met we were on that facebook shit

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

All of the drama and shit that was on its shoulders

But honestly that's some whole other shit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Every line,that i ever spit,and have to re shit on that shit,

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab