This is a song about "Yael s roosters"

I thought of bill clinton

And that´s how it has begun

Thanks to you, d p s drowns!

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Welcome to the euphoria of cocaine without able

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

The outline which you n****s out dated

But it was africa the continent we all came from

40's on the 20's with the stove top, i'm steady plannin',

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

I got ak-47's get ya shit lit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Hand to hand in the cold

S queezys very bold