This is a song about "Cliche things"

That was my influence

Cause real niggas do real things

Not king james, these were coke kings

Cause real niggas do real things

I only got four minutes

I would do awful awful things

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

I follow that cliche and write what i know

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

And brutally doing things

Simple things yes but to me these things just seem obscene.

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

They all say it looks like i'm in a cliche rerun.

The race war, when it's us against all of them

And is it cliche if i say imma pack my briefcase/

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place