This is a song about "Osam bin laden"

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

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

Think it's time you and i need to call it quits

Im ad lib bin while the sticking to script like magnets

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

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

And it rules everything around them

And fuck you all, i'm rap's bin laden,

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

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