This is a song about "A long rap about something with no swearing"

But i want to talk about something with some meaning/

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You talkin' like a backpacker, you ain't know shit about rap,

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Black holes are a mid something about meta physics and science----

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Long #live pg-13, never #kill us with a remedy,

So how about a fair round with no riding of the dicks

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the maury show

Rap with a dead beat, no wonder they call me psycho/

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

This is a rap with no rehearse, 8 bars for each verse

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame