This is a song about "The cia"

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Guess i’m different than most

The more battles the better the flows

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

As the tao converted the thief

I give bitches dick and leave

They forgot about the fourth coast

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The cia just gives the poor drugs to sell, weigh the scale,

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

Organized crime, i kill your boss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Endless the days, forever the nights,

I'm standing on the field full of land mines