This is a song about "Bill"

Still sinning this ill pimping is bill clinton

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

But your cocky self looken like bill nie

If you felt some guilt when you red this bill

I used to be the most humble until

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Okay you have em in amazement; switching four lanes

That id image becoming richer than bill gates

Ever since bill clinton was still in office

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Heh, now don't go all kill bill

As i light one for ill will

So pass the heinekin and slide a bill

Loud pack, i propel. burgandy, out to kill