This is a song about "Andrew and william"

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Living young and wild and free

And more than confident

Grab the scissors and saws and

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

You gotta let these shits go, man

See, william lynch had a master plan,

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

Hoping that hip-hop can surface and go-go again

Wearing tanks and tatoos and shit.

Razor grips, laser spit

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

No freemason if you an athiest like william bateson