This is a song about "Conker the squirrel"

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

I'm the operator, the administrator.

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

All my shit designer

Than the birds on the wire

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

As i light one for ill will

Your the boat without the paddle

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

The water from the past is the same water in the present