This is a song about "Bin laden"

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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

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

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

And the reason that i'm going

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

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

Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

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

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets