This is a song about "Farewell"

It's a word of farewell,

Throw your gun in tha air

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

And i would never walk in the shadow that never was really there

Park my plane right there

Ya i'm done so farewell

Oh well i gotta go i got more important things to do than play around with you farewell.

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Farewell adios i grim reap you