This is a song about "Conditions and assumptions"

They bringing me fish and chips

But you got assumptions

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

And nasty remains and bones

I got alotta phones

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse

Sanyo, and handheld and handgun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

When the planets meet proper conditions and positions,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Never let another rap nigga hit it from back or the front

Straight to your back and ribs conditions hazardous

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status