This is a song about "Bungie ropes"

Ain't nothin funny, fuck a joke

I poop hemp ropes, cause all my shit dope

She's against the ropes but i know she's up to the test

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

He's losing his hope / but starts undoing the ropes

You're forever forgetting the ropes

This is oh so much like getting votes

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes

Yo, it was a year of high hopes, learning the ropes,

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Defiant to the death, till the day the ropes around my neck

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Ropes hangin' from the ceiling waiting for me to hang myself

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I herald the gallows, hence i beat to death with threads, ropes, or metal