This is a song about "Wingnut likes em 13"

World's got problems, way too many for me to list em/

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

Keep em alive just long enough to give em some hope

The finals like the spurs,as miami likes to stir,

And my nigga bam bam, he ready for whatever

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

Disoriented, like an asian when you spin em.

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

You yankees think you heard the best but lemme wreck em

Verses slicing likes swords

Chomping at your oxygen chords

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Niggas ain't satisfied until their mama miss 'em