This is a song about "Corey the ninja"

They gotta like a nigga, call me obama

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Nigga, fuck the world

The sequel to the first

So when ya see me nigga

Im laid back like a retired ninja

What the fuck i look like, saying i'm sorry

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention