This is a song about "Long rod"

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

I'm on an uphill battle, a mile long

Yes, it was hard and took long

We gonna be all the way gone

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

You could get diabetes, don’t get too long

My choppa strap too long

Look, by the end of this song

Make you hit the road for so long,

See, with you, i never see it wrong

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Cowering on my stage to long/

For thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff they comfort me he walked along the

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Popeye, a-rod, get one for the go, know a nigga on his spinach

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge