This is a song about "Combine"

When you catch up to my jetline on a rusty combine

All the women say my name, at the same damn time

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

When i combine the two weapons i get the devil's horn

Combine violence, silence, phonetics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Sip some wine, while i combine a kind of gourmet delight

Always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right

Was it a blur of memoires combine by fantasy

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

Cause u never combine your lines with a distinctive rap

I smoke sweets in the suite, like shit is legal

And combine with the minds of some brighter people

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

In that aston martin on these niggas, game time