This is a song about "Black progress"

In this game called rap its skill that we lack its not about progress

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit.

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Clean ya own mess, then cross the bridge as we progress

You're progress is non constant, the opposite to my faucet

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Moving on makes the best progress, nonsense,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Sneak up on attack

We kung-fu that jack black/

By the progress quick eliminate process that's the contents

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

I cannot progress the feeling is gradual