This is a song about "Wiz kalifah"

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

New school wiz that wanna stop with the blunt

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Wiz khali is stuck on replay, play something new i need to hear a good beat

I got that good stroke, come be my mona lisa

Tellin all my boys "ey you heard of wiz khalifa?"

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Winning is my habit like wiz when weed puffing.