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

I can't fake a whole album that would say, i don't care

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

I keep texting on my phone for the whole night

That's why she's goin' home with me tonight

I got the whole damn world on this shoe type of shit

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

On whole new level of offensive,

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

You take on more dicks then a whole orgy.

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Whole team getting high moon walking on kites

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes

On top of the game and had the whole shit flattened

You be chickens like smokey tripping off angel dust