This is a song about "Iran contra"

Then bury her under the pavement

And bijies like im out and

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

Under 25, living the fuckin life

Now i'm laying out at the delano though

I'm no pro, i'll have you know, competition's been slow

I spit non-fiction,rather than pro-fiction causes you affliction

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

You're just history

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Everything i do exotic i don't need to bring a broad

N' now i'm stuck no-shows like michael jackson's concerts abroad.

I read about napoleon hill and try to know god

So maybe i'll stop go in reverse turn around and add plot

"where is it?" under the bed? in the depths of the shed?

My crewsurvive reincarnation after i’m dead