This is a song about "Anit of nuttin"

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Cause my thing something vicious

Raybands...hide the face of,

Top of my pile of bodies

I'm everything that they call nice

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

And just in time your head is mine

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of this coviction of feelings

See boy she been in love

Of potential cases

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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