This is a song about "And i"

Yeah, the sex in the sack

And i thought i was black

So i snort another line and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

And i need my turkey gravy and i need my kitty cat

And i think i like her

If they ain’t talking bout paper

But i sit and i scoff,

Hip-hop's whole face is off

But i can't and i won't

And then we'll be ghost

And remember what i said and

But got comma’s in my statement

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless