This is a song about "Allen ginsberg s howl for carl solomon"

Do you think i'm crazy, crazy, crazy

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Outside of popeyes eating chicken and fries

It's nas, seven hundred wives, king solomon size

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

I really can't under what s the fighting for

Gorillas at the door fiends sleeping on the floor

And that goes for don, 420, justin, carl, great, and randy,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

And 808's and synths, riffs, and guitars, hard, for sure

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour