This is a song about "Bishop lynch"

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

Im a beast call me marshawn lynch

Trying to give them light and a message

A rook, a knight, a bishop, all kneels down to the king.

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Brotha lynch may be mean

Exclusives, y'all never seen

See, william lynch had a master plan,

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Not to mention four lynch pins and a stringent stored