This is a song about "A gilr called manuela"

By a gang called the police

Lights please, lights please

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

My rebellious ways got a phone thrown at my face/ called the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Loser fat weirdo freak i've been called a disgrace

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

'fore you love you a nigga, try loving your kids

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more