This is a song about "Cuba and america banning together"

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Let's rap together and make good beats for the streets

That i'm urs for life and well be together forever

Ain't no one in my circle that can say they perform better

Foreplay rewardin' her on her long day

And put the pieces back together my way

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Thoughts of having babies and living together till we're eighty

We could rub together, and make friction

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Believed that blacks could unite with the whites together and shake hands

Momma say, you making me lose pay

And put the pieces back together my way

And put the pieces back together my way

Please, stay strapped, pack a gat every day