This is a song about "Eleanor of aquitaine"

Of the book of your life

Rollin' down the four o five

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Snitches here don't got no heart

But we having sex tonight

Out of mind out of sight

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Instead of living this life of violent crime

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

From the time that you stole my heart

King of the va, off of those toxins.

They bringing me fish and chips

Feeling, of appealing

Let my angel sing

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows