This is a song about "Butch"

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

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

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore