This is a song about "William wu"

We self-made but never is an i on the team

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

Cranking some wu-tang, if i'm going out its with a big bang

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

He's stupid as 2 chainz but wu tang was the group,

Speakers on, from wu-tang to pendulum, i love this sound

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

They talk say cool jew na the man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Rap just hasn't been the same since wu-tang sang,

And come back baby boomerang

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Cash ruled everything around me,like wu-tang said