This is a song about "Fletch the idiot"

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

I'm sentenced to death, just 'cause i'm an idiot,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

You are a goddamn idiot you nigga

How beautiful are thou, africa

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I dont really confess, im an idiot/

The bigger the the fun

They'll have to rename this one

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between