This is a song about "Bill of right"

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

The right hand of god, the left of the devil,

Can't be called a god cause of shit i write, right?

And if the sky fall tonight, we all be alright

I don't trust no one

Rhymes flow right off of the tongue

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

I'm like the bill gates of rap, this games for me to hack

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

Nigga i tranquilize a bucketful of crabs damn right

I'm gon remember her, but still

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

And instead of doing right, we're often