This is a song about "Osama"

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

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

He came back the next day and became the next osama,

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

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

Mr. i-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you what they callin' him

I'ma take you out of misery call it homicidal,nah suicidal, the way you step in

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

Not dc, this whole fuckin' genre

You're a creature jus' like osama,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

Bringin back osama, hitler, and jack the ripper,

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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Looking like osama,

My all gold rolly or the