This is a song about "Osama bin laden"

We all here, from the dealers to the kids

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Obama osama no difference, both a phone tapper

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

'cause my mama threw me into the loony bin.

Forever in debt to the lord for he's given

I'll win putting your shit in the recycle bin

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You'll be like osama bin laden, dropped in the sea

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

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