This is a song about "Foo fighters"

But really i'm just caught in the loop, of understanding the truth

Just as brutal as two ruthless fighters in a feud who's

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Get those dope fighters that you talk about with mac-10s,

Better yet they work my every nerve

And the air force scrambles fighters

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

At daily cyphers, siphoning off failing fighters.

I make impressions like a foo

When i get to warwick avenue

That you offer them ones but they ain't let you

Not sure how to rhyme but i can bar like foo

I make impressions like a foo

You reflect me, i love that about you

I'm that lion of the jungle with the nicest of fighters muscle

We original officially the most original