Yeah here we go, people say stop trying to rap, why would you want a life like that that’s not you, nothing you say is true, your a lie, cap, your music is trash, you have no flow, I hope you rot, all you have to do it buy bots. Well fuck ‘em, my name is Wes but you already know from my last flow, I promise mumma one day this will grow, I promise someday my love, you will soon hold, deep meanings coming out my mouth now I gotta hold them down or never speak again, I gotta make it with this pen, breaking out this box of hell, demons trying to stop me, but it’s ok I got this God on my side, see mum the devil can never stop this, no triangle’s in my corner, only heathens breathing for all the right reason, so no more numbing, Tis the season to believe in menifestation without hesitation I’m am creating a path for my future self where we all hold up a title belt, This Raw after the Smackdown, if you get the lingo, then know the war is coming soon, an I just want us to prepare before it all goes boom, upside down on my part of town, don trip, jus sit back listen an get strap an distance yourself from evil am find the light that’s bright in your mind when you were a kid at night afraid of the dark, I promise you for the third time I can’t let you down now, papa would never frown but as I hold the Crown for our Heavenly Father to come down an dementish the bad an end the sad then I’ll be glad to drop the mic but my history will forever be in your sights, good night.