This is a song about "Butch favalora"

Freestyle natural like butch reed,blow your mind like a claymore

I still got your letters laying in my dresser drawer

I rob it like i'm butch cassidy, so wack emcees packed in factories,

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see