This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

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

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

The rich bin diminishing tonnage as kids rummage through the chips in the rubbish

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

It's growing thick skin, so trash talk stays in the bin, so it can't get in...

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

"put that slut back in the trash bin/

Riding around without a fuck given