This is a song about "A pillow of"

Suave of a persona of a street hustler combining with theory's weaving of

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Then i lay down on my nice pillow

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I'm the bastard son of a

You made me wanna

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

And you'll prolly sleep on that line so i will provide a pillow

But if i do, like nicholson smother me with a pillow.

I'm popping champagne, drinking till i'm jumping out the window

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

But i can't till i put these untrustworthy motherfuckers in their caskets,

I'm classed as a castor of magic, a master of immaculate tactics