This is a song about "A boy named harlem"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Dear reader, hiphopwizard secretly fucks a transvestite named peter

By a crackhead named june

You can pick the next room

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

All the kids say i’m a bad boy

You bout as straight as a wheel some fool named ferris.

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

There used to be a guy named undertaker

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

Life has put her to the test

I got a friend named chris rent