This is a song about "Will and luke"

And soon you will be making shrines

All the time with this glock of mines

Think smart padawan and your paper will stack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Forevermore i will be here and nevermore will the haters be hardcore

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Will leave a banner on your noggin that will sting and will linger

Some niggas ain't got no luck

And you will always feel so snug

She gonna dance when that molly through

And the people will forget you

I've been used for trade and laid by soldiers against my will,

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Competition on the court

And i will not be ignored