This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

It was hard to quitstarted out drinkin’ forties moved to harder shitgoddamn, now i’ma grown man

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

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

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

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

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

She on media take out, but don't take out her kids

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

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

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this