This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

Still in my skull is a vacant, empty void been using it more as a bin for storage

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Only ever talk about how iv bin probation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

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

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

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets