This is a song about "Wuss"

And rhyme like carlcee. i tell about my service like its my own fuckin policy.

Can of monster, meat / collard greens / a block of cheese and broccoli

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive

If ya asked for my autograph i'd probably draw my dick in cursive

No wussy niggas allowed while i'm smoking on this loud

Ain wrestling it rugged like chippins on the ground