This is a song about "Wilson"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Kill your grandma, piss on her corpse, r. kelly nigga,

Words so effortless, call me henry david thoreau.

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

Walking towards my regal like im paul walker, little kid walks up and asks for my signature,

Small time drinkin getting high with them armiesjust another knucklehead kid from the gutter

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

Down the ryan, in a scion

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Paul mason is faster than you

And word i blew off herb i grew

Wanna know what i been through, what you into

Eh yo ryan, this ones is for you