This is a song about "Cuban"

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

Drain a trey walk off the court, mark cuban better pay me

Only built 4 cuban linx, paid in full, and liquor swords,

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

Four cuban links on my neck, trap out the hood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good