This is a song about "2 of amerikaz most wanted"

And i wanted all parts of her

Are you perfect motherfucker

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And she wanted no parts of me

Talking of the gods you serve

Most of us some holy bowlers,

No one notice your struggle

With the most of minimal,

Unlike most of these individuals,

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Not just myself, but most of society

Shit, that's most of america, with neighborhoods devastated,

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

It feel like woodstock in a nigga dressing room

Another 2 hours of time i consume