This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

You fuck with a family man, understand, my pen brings it like a laden weatherman/

The loony bin saids i have to go back to the zoo, so i guess now is the time to wish you all adieu

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

My fame is bin laden, yo, we blowing the fuck up

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Iv checked this once iv bin before