This is a song about "Bail bond"

I was breakin' ‘em down, now i’m sellin' ‘em whole

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

And they wonder why these california earthquakes hit so hard

I grew up as a teenager in new orleans, word is bond,

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

This is hell's spot, where people tell cops, to bail knock

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

They trying to be the greatest, their whole signing was a favor