This is a song about "The bulls"

They bringing me fish and chips

This the clash of the titans

Three times cause fate had my side

In the face of the outside.

And if they did, they didn't care

The trigger or the chair

Good love then i can do that for her

Than the birds on the wire

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga

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

So, with that, we need us a plan, respect

Take the exit, the nearest left

To the voice of the oblivion,

Bet i get like 8 of them