This is a song about "Earl of oxford"

Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai

Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Thought of, cuz it's sort of...an addiction,

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Jeff hamilton, genesis, leather time

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Cause mama's just a little girl

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,