This is a song about "2005"

Your gonna be on top nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

And turning our people to light, through prisms

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

Making harvest highly anticipated

Uh, yea yea, turn me up a lil bit

Half your body laying on my chest

Since im not suspect, im still a suspect

I wish that was really true man

Lookin' like a nigga just left japan

Pulp thats not promulgated

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

I used to be the most humble until

Uh stepped over the line its overkill

Uh, and trayvon martin had to learn firsthand

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast