This is a song about "Cloning"

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

Been calmer than dahmer up in a prison cell

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

Ma gin tissue- u soft. i ,goku, sensed u, sent you off.//

And since my cell division i had to make a critical

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

They let them white boys free, we be shocked as hell

These wack bars imprison me like i'm raised in a cell,

Like dammit you the shit you do it so well

Witches evil spell, angry convict in the jail cell

There is no where you can run your in the cell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

These matters, splatters his dna,

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Go 'head and hate me hater

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,