This is a song about "Alex rider the spy"

I remember when he got called a dick rider in the discuss section

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

You know me, cool breeze, a nigga high

Even if i had to mediate or spy,

That's my specialization/ i spy a perennial liberation/

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Dont ever fuck wit the gang, i got a shoota , an a rider and a p.i.c

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the