This is a song about "Atilla the hun"

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

But after hearing mathematics he was water for my quenching thirst

No one in comparison, i got a hun in paris son.

I would have been a totally different person

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

In the heat of the summer,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Sort of remind you, why you don’t court no vagina

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I don't do the chasing hun, i'm a made killer

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag