This is a song about "2005"

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Talking about your materialistic interests

This country, black and white, its split

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Im unrealistically realistic, this beat, i control

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

The concept is so absurd

Just tryna make my voice heard

Uh stepped over the line its overkill

This batmobile is real hard to steer

Fuck what they say and get your dough nigga

Ice cream,chocolate or vanilla

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Pulp thats not promulgated

I'm doing shit i never might of did