This is a song about "Fiend spleen keen dean seen bean"

Dick so far up i think it touched her spleen

The bitches is everything in between

Silenced, nothing is peachy keen, and so dreams,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

A keen fiend with obscene dreams

Everything ain't what it seems

The lord's been smacked in the spleen

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm on point baby, ready to stick you

If you do you'll make my dean com true.

Not only had the fiend died

Ain't that how black's do it, right

Caged, and the wonder is seen

They're like i'm real keen.