This is a song about "A fence"

Paint a picture in your head and ask why the fuck is that fence dull

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

Talking of the gods you serve

With a ba and a masters

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Any thing to say a a a a a a

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Got 'em still on the fence whether to picket

Yeah, one time for the

Yup you got a lot a

They're slittin' their wrists, missiles hit, hittin' the picket fence,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Like a small garage in your backyard

// [you can fence in your yard]

They call you a whore, a bitch, a ho, and a stripper,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her