This is a song about "Bill nye the russian spy"

Rullette russian rappers and guns related they cousins,

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Like bill nye, ill rhymes spill wise but still try makin' a game like hasbro

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

"the fucker's there!" but the cop didn't spy the mother bear.

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still

Yo u picked the wrong fight, time to pay heres the bill

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud,

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

Hatin’ niggas? chalk em out. go on, get the coffin out