This is a song about "The bill of rightd"

All the fat bitches at the bar will probably grab the bill

It's terminally, permanently, seriously ill

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud,

You know i'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out

This rozay, wale, gunplay, and that nigga pill

Yo u picked the wrong fight, time to pay heres the bill

Obama and bill clint,

Been blood with them bricks, pimp

Since my last rhyme - the crime rate ain't declineniggas bustin shots like they lost they mind

Im nervous, pyramids pointing to skies not disguised on the dollar bill you'll find,

Bill leaned out the window,shot into the crowd and all heard was loud

I'll push this fucking pregnant clown into a hydrant stuck in the ground