This is a song about "Laden"

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

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

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

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

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons

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

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

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

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