This is a song about "A spaniard in austin"

Stuck in the middle of a...

Is written in our souls, africa

Jus a pawn in dis game,

Things'll never be the same

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

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

Than wakin' up in a bed and lyin' down in a hearse

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

In the dark in a crack park, sparkin' off like a light,

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night