This is a song about "Earl of oxford"

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Instead of living this life of violent crime

I’m inclined with women who come on they time

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Five shots she ready to leave

Top of my pile of bodies

Light skinned women, all sex everything

Tired of feeling wired of dealing

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Not with your hand girl

Wearin' twelve sweatshirts, like earl,