This is a song about "Osama kadamani"

High as fuck, no vinny chase, i just need my henny straight

911 and osama, i fight with love instead of hate,

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

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

From osama, obama and the vatican pope

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job

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

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

Dramatic osama gotta new automatic, he rolled up to the station like it was some animation,

I admit, i ran to the radio station hoping they would play my song to the whole damn nation

Then sent his ass to iraq, but unlike osama, his ass was the one that got smashed in,

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation

Looking like osama,

You made me wanna

You're a creature jus' like osama,

Coroners comfort your mama