This is a song about "William the cocksucker"

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

Cocksucker kick rocks, we need to make the smartest guys the big shots,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And i snap like bob backlund in the booth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!