This is a song about "Bald eagle with a mustache"

I must go like fly route

With a fistfull of poop,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

Or know them testament verses

A fear of commitment with

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Syllables, skill-a-holic (kill 'em all with)

Either hell hath no fury or an eagle takes its place/

Cause everybody else did it i had to save face

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

That still threatens us, eagle with it's claws, gripping, ripping all the flesh off us.

I'm a golden eagle, you're a measly crow.

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!