This is a song about "Russian mobsters"

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

But one last one, является ли это конец? russian

There is no control, like a gun barrel in russian roulette,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

And i got a little big, keep it low key

I could win an oscar, russian accent husky

Looking at the options some choose to be mobsters

I refuse to be another being on this earth

An ipod mind to you walkman guys

Playing russian roulette with ya life,

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

But to rush the stage. ya messing with a bunch of mobsters,