This is a song about "Richard henry lee"

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

I flow like bruce lee in the water wit currents

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

Though i recite it like it lucifer's loose leaf

Put me in a daze and stear fear like richard gere in sphere

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year