This is a song about "Butch"

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

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

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

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