This is a song about "The bulls"

Kills the mother, kidnaps the daughter

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

No soprano, half black half white, i’m a piano

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

Through all the rain and the pain

After the fire, comes the rain