This is a song about "Ari in the safari"

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Knocked out in the lunch in

Gin makes me sin

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

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

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Guns in the waistband, blunts in the pocket

Youre like the apple for safari,im like the xbox

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

Just plain pat visions with some sick aim

The realist in the game

See, where i come from is hard

Shot in the dark, shot in the dark

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her