This is a song about "Willy wee"

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Go wee-wee in the potie, wipe your ass and flush it

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

I'm a wee bit efficient with the lines of my lyrics. getting sent to prison for

You niggas is anything, my bitches get everything

What you really feeling? and how you willy healing

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

And now all i remember from being lil a wee lad

Don't let them free, beat them till they wee' 'n' agree,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry