This is a song about "Bradley cox"

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

And i'm hiding in your closet and imma come out of that shit like jason collins

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Otherwise you'll be coming off

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

His english was slurred so i didn't understand him fully.

Ox up in my pocket, i'll lock shit, from the peep holes,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

This bag is from seattle

Camel spitting on the channel/

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Your an insurgent an i'm a english sniper,

Got pissed off and ripped pamela lee's tits off

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

But it's still cool just to dream man because

Hands off the wheel now you really pissed me off,