This is a song about "Tom bull"

Big bull, mad rapper with balls of steel

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Tell me bull shit i diss it

I put the nigga in his casket

Now you've had a glimpse inside the ill mind of dan bull

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries

I deal with bull with the sheet,

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Like the saying goes mess with the bull and get the horns

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

After the east and west bull shit escalate