This is a song about "A spaniard in austin"

Inside we are coming in a

Our children must be taught, of africa

In a strip club getting a lap dance

Girl, you got me in a trance

Like in mice in men find a cave,

I miss the better days

Everybody finger point in your direction

The fans are in a massive spin, the cops are in/

It's just a phase you're in,

They gon love me for my ambition

Well baby bot there ain't no question

In a private jet while i'm walking in

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please