This is a song about "Alan lee"

Malia family, we the family

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

Surrounded by the irony of living in the city

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Like bruce lee said,give your whack rhymes a smash

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy