This is a song about "Laden"

Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thangcall it automatic bang, bang, bang

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life