This is a song about "An absolute unite"

Just an alert of an amber

I pipe in and one night her

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Cause u know that this my jam

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

For when i'm gone the world will unite

And ask me how was my night

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

An immortal technique