This is a song about "My staff"

Cuz we'll come find you in all kinds of carssignin' out

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

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

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Grab my knife and my gun

Fuck it, i'm done

My staff look like it been crafted by a higher power

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Got my head in my hands.

I'm popping rubber bands

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

Nas, he runs the whole staff, we count mad for seen bad

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

That is my wish, my fantasy.