This is a song about "Cleopatra comming at ya"

Its not a miss but a perfect hit and kissed at ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I'm pissed and wanna throw my fist at ya

Bullets coming at ya fucking head like ya mental

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

It becomes a nuisance when ya look at the blueprints,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

I spit toward ya gingerly but at the end youll have and injury,

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Throw a couple chuckles at a knuckle head had ya bitch

Bitches aint ya squad they point a gun right back at you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through