This is a song about "Wi fi"

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Like marines, forever "semper fi", when the temper's high,

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Pick my enemies out the crowd, and motherfucker's die

These rhymes are coming to me like the reception of wi-fi,

Have a toast for tha homiessee we both gotta die