This is a song about "Cosmo rascal"

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

Take em to the crib, yeah we gon fuck

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

Why do we rhyme well to express and that you can't do

No shit, he's a gangster on the mic, yea right cunt

Mc'ing ain't dead, but the scenery is different

I feel like a monkey in a zoo and they called me that twice

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

Marijuana devil fiend from the seventies

On all the most depressing shit, oh well

I’m a blood motherfucker, nothing new to tell

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

The irish fuckin gangster huh? how hard is that?

The stones had sympathy for the devil

Ha, running rebel on another level