Over a thunderous 808 pattern, Soulja hits a rare double-time flow that, at the time, inspired more than a few to predict he was taking steps toward becoming a "serious" rapper. This turned out to be a red herring; rapping "well" was just another splash of paint on the ever-developing Jackson Pollack painting that is the Soulja Boy career. At the end of the song, he tells a story about shooting some home intruders, which one suspects is fictional.