This is a song about "Brenda and naseem"

And a fridge and some broccoli

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

The revolution will proceed

And stop playing hide and seek,

Here's your nigga, come hear this year

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

Grab the scissors and saws and

I ain't trying to be ignorant

And we crazy, homes

And nasty remains and bones

Come see real niggas on my team

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

And like to boast and brag

Yeah, the sex in the sack

And once i'm dead and gone

And we don't know no right from wrong