This is a song about "Tom bomb cal bal dyl bill and eat and beat"

And you can see it on the bill thats in your pocket your holding

If everybody play their position, we can win this thing

And as i can't gather enough food to eat

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Silenced the lambs and made buffalo bill put on the lotion,

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I been the man since day one,eat the beat like steak and a1

Your a shell of a mani lost respect for you nigga

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

I just black out and explode like a bomb

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

So instead i use the beat and rhyme, and never eat my time

My world a little darker, like a fuckin' tan line