This is a song about "Barack osomohomo ben laden"

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

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

Yo this old school shinobi is about to go full ben kenobi

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Fresh to death, when i step, you can hear momma's cry

Barack obama comin' this way, he eats all the pie