This is a song about "Kane lynch"

Trying to keep his head up while his eyes are in the bible

These generations get jealous and proud, it's kane and able,

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Im a beast call me marshawn lynch

Lying to yourself, all over an image

Brotha lynch may be mean

I'm the head coach of the team

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Where people claim to be the greatest rapper since big or kane

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

Sit the fuck down all you old niggas stand me, faggot

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

See, william lynch had a master plan,