This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

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

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

I'll be game relatedgot me strivin' for a million

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

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

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

Ay, undo your bra with one handif anything is gonna care it on and cum can

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

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Cause i got caught up in the scenewondering what would happen to this

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

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

I assassinated bin laden one swipe decapitate most dragons