This is a song about "My cutlass"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I got something you've been waiting for

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Dissecting my specimen

I'm a son of a gun

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

I'm popping rubber bands

Got my head in my hands.

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

Take that cutlass an shove it up yo ass,

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last