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

It's a battlejust for tha big money

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

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

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

If my flow had nitrous, barry allen couldn't witness this,

Put my plight in the verse, i bring ‘em closer to mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

So much to say a scrabble game

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Rioting with two .45's on me residing to the side of me like body guards who'd fight for me//

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

I howl out the pack like a werewolf, i shall rap it all nightmarish

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I'll be beating this beat up like solomon grundy