This is a song about "Haile s a butch"

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

So pass the weed, i'll rob the game up like butch cassidy,

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Your career are over like mary j bilge in rock of a-g-e-s

Wahlberg +shooter+, young flow fluid

I don't give a fuck what the 80's did

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Welcome to the dirty south,we don't have 40's it's a 30 ounce