This is a song about "Merchant of venice"

Of potential cases

Always knew where the pot was

Beaches of normandy.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Feeling, of appealing

I'm doing the same thing

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

King of the va, off of those toxins.

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Uh riding 'round, i got some towson bait

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Out of mind out of sight

My direction good, well-rounded type

What we gotta do to survive

Of the book of your life