This is a song about "The bulls"

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

After the fire, comes the rain

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

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

I'm the operator, the administrator.

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Poke out from behind her

I'm the dealer your the joker/

Than the birds on the wire

Good love then i can do that for her

The paper to the pen.

Bet i get like 8 of them

This the clash of the titans

Got racks, ain’t talking tits