This is a song about "Osama bin laden"

Santana, zeke the kufi poppa

You're a creature jus' like osama,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

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

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

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