This is a song about "Fony serbian"

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Thunder and clouds amaze and peer

And once i'm dead and gone

Don't gotta wait long

And like to boast and brag

When love comes callin', don’t look back

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

Straight g thing, double m g thing

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And stop playing hide and seek,

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,