This is a song about "Obama bin laden"

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

First sceneproducers pointin' like action

Obama clearing smoke from blowing hydro

People love hodgy i hate you though

I'm runnin this obama

Lucky seven probably poppa

Now you can feel itit's a potion for my niggas in motion

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

Shall increase when we meet up in this dark placeyou might think you're happy with him

Or be swept to see like osama bin laden was left in the ocean

Everybody watching while you touching real money

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

But yet bankrupt like barrack obama