This is a song about "Bermuda triangle"

Give them bitches the boot if they can't perform the square root

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

This aint azkaban nor the octagon, so bring on the competition

Hey, don't do anything that i say in this song, okay? it's fuckin' fiction

My lungs are filled with tar, i just keep smoking that marb red square,

It's been a weekend, five starrin' in her underwear

I'm like genghis khan, if he stepped inside the octagon

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And making sure the times square screen shows their dick pic

Over 20 homes, but i need a chick

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Lakim shabazz, 2pac, n-w-a., cube, hey, doc, ren

Fuck the police, ice cube and gangsta rap made me do it,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that