This is a song about "36 atp"

In the land of the rising sun

I am not the only one

Two times for the chicks with the right bag

36. take a seat at the back,

My love is a masterpeace to thrive in

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

The kings get killed very least overthrown

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Where my idol lays resting in peace

Got tired of running from the police

Shining like the golden sun

And i listen to common