This is a song about "Wlvis pres ey"

Still sick, real shit

"ey, mom grab the hatchet"

Catch a kay ey, the shit i say

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Like mitt, rom-ney, with his fuck-ing dumb, mon-ey.

White and black bitch like she's a mothafucking zebra

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

Ey you can bet your ass i'm chillin'

You just working with the scraps you was given