This is a song about "Lily bingham coop"

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

A king's assassination is why most often fear the hell

- killers lunge with an attack but i can counter well

They go major, the flow is no longer

Tried to run, i gotta cage her

The real muscle in the message of that

Theres a hole in my pocket

To your counterattack i just counter it back

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I gave ya girl a t-shirt since she gave the whole crew neck

Frequently taking lives cause they not taking advice

Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna slice