This is a song about "Tig ol bitties"

I started rap when i was like 12 years old,picked up a paper, pen and started to roll,

Waiting for willows. spirits kept below,kickin'' in hell hole. i can't bear it n i must rescue ol'.

I'm am the guy that's a big ol' boss

Always knew where the pot was

Yeah, one time for the

Ol' fiction ass nigga,

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Psycho as ol’ mike jackson without nyquil, michael,

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Cause there'll never be peace

Needlessly to bitties down alleys,