This is a song about "2005"

This country, black and white, its split

Please get hip to that new d.c. shit

Like a male version of lauryn hill

Uh stepped over the line its overkill

Real talk, yeah my rap is concentrated

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

And find the fruit contaminated

It's funny cause most of y'all ain't did shit

See, william lynch had a master plan,

G5, clearport, say hello to the man

It ain't where i been

Peel back their fabrication,

See i let my nigga split that

But my labor has culminated,

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

They dont dare to let us go unchecked