This is a song about "Eureka stockade"

But i didn't cross the line until the bridge hit it, troll

I had to find my own way out this fucking hole/

If sam rosen never rolled and malcom never spoke

Post it to they head, leave em a mental note

Speak too late be taken post to sleep on stakes

Roll you up and let it run through my veins

Then putting it in space to be enveloped by a black hole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

I started a fire now all thats left is the garden

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Ill post this rap to sit and save,

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

At a train station, no discrimination intended