This is a song about "Wif"

Tailored wif attitude and faith, sailors of forttuide and taste,

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Castrate madness wif cage freed from kassem g

Of gold wont really make it bold, even if u held it wif balance,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But i showboat wif a paddle, so sit on my

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Wif hitters enraged from the quitters