This is a song about "Divesity of arkansas"

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

Instead of living this life of violent crime

We hustle to survive

Of the book of your life

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

A working genius, a work of art

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

And now these hoes are on my line

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Of which im not exactly proud of,

Ships that sail to distant places