This is a song about "Choosing who to lobe"

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

I'm choosing to dance, but i can't dance like jason d

Who happens to be black

I promise i'mma call you back

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

Bite his right ear lobe, but the other guy got his pistol.

Choosing superbly, cruising and ruling curiously

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

Blessed to be who they are

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Who has the right to reign,