This is a song about "Barack osomohomo ben laden"

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

But ben i don't don't think you realize what's at stake

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

My adversaries bleedbut fuck 'em all 'til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

His a very hard rival you little ben

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

In the back of the crown v, its me, ben, and speedy

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Chillin with presidents name barack

It's not making sense to you right now but