This is a song about "Ducks and grapes and a man"

And if you cross me man i stab you like a toothpick

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid

Every man woman and child, dead, from a shot to the head,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

With a plan and a passion like flame man

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

You need to take a break man chill out and sit

People say i'm a bitter man, and i should quit this,

He ain't touching me like martin sheen's penis

And be a man on who his family can rely

Can't land little roller, i be keeping the fly

And my man hatchet packs a shed full of axes

Babe you know it gets no better than this