This is a song about "Bond"

Enough to turn bond upside

I plead with em, the system ain't right

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Flying higher than james bond in moon raker

Amateurs! like bond missin' mission parameters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Till we shared a bond truly only glue knows

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

Strengthening our special bond that parting could never server.

But what i do know, is that he's real and he lives forever

The golden gun with james bond, in tripoli,

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

My boys bail me out cause they got a special bond with me

Heart torn from my art form, word is bond, love born for rhyme soul,

One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole