This is a song about "Jennifer lombard"

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

Latin assassin bustin off like a forty-four fuckin magnum

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Don't want to be the king

Feeling, of appealing

Bring it back, i ain't saying that i'm nas here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Fucking two bad bitches, at the same damn time

Couple of shots and a glass of wine.

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth