This is a song about "General lee"

Success is what i work for, and when them dudes hate

I'm the general, just makin' sure my soldiers straight

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

Inhale my color purple

Us humans in general

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Was a motherfuckin' scam, promote the whole general welfare,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Kneel before general zod this planet's krypton, no asgard, asgard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

And i ain't no general grievous when i say i have four hands

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby