This is a song about "The originals"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

Than the birds on the wire

What the fuck happened to rap when

The paper to the pen.

Half your body laying on my chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

They think they bring that pain

After the fire, comes the rain

Your the boat without the paddle

She caught up in my love triangle

Organized crime, i kill your boss

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

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

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Just lay your head on my shoulder

I'm the dealer your the joker/