This is a song about "The lair"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I am not a lair just speak defamation

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

My lair is down a deep rut in a world of foreign creatures

2 v's in the street, blowing trees with hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Eyes poked out the the raven

We stay faded, need no occasion

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Insubordinate for good reason

If you think yuu can spit bars than your a lair

Believing the screens or anything there

And i been all around the world

The sequel to the first

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

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