This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

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

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

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

Like twenty-five to life never crossed they mindtell me young nigga never learned a thang

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

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

Don't put shit into my head my brain is not a fucking bin,

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question