This is a song about "Raid"

Minus the love, they feel like i was something to hate

He's up front in a stomping parade but astrayed from the raid,

A fly by air raid wit a bombardment of brilliance

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

I'll raid through your mind like a scattering disease

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

He rigs the raid, guards knees buckles, for god sakes he's gonna beat em till his skull crunches

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

And the cops went to even go raid his house

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Reminnising to the first time my yard got raid,they took my bit of skunk that waas the

Neighbors start to raid with pickets, all ordered large

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

Fuck a pest, we ain't in raid drought

You could never find out