This is a song about "Eric nigga"

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Smoke reefer with ya,hippy teacher nigga, no evil nigga

Is written in our souls, africa

You think that he frontin nigga?

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Eric heiden skating toe game playing chess while he lappin

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Real bad nigga, ima real mad nigga

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Running fakes over like a battering ram, eric dickerson

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I ain't joke nigga, run back to yo folks nigga,

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

Eric ya long-haired derelict look what i've got stock in store,