This is a song about "Cynthia and janila"

That we ain't never had

And like to boast and brag

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

And kill yourself and your clique

What them tippers don't see

And a fridge and some broccoli

We got money to go get baby

Living young and wild and free

And remember what i said and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Ripley's believe it or not would tell you that i'm different

And i'm dizzy and spinning

I do the right thing