This is a song about "Get freaky"

Then it's money you get

Lemonhead end up dead

36 o's so i'm riding round with that nina

A caged, unleashed freaky beast, leftist like in pisa,

Get off rap pad and get a degree

It's no longer a new jack city

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions

We're freaky leeches, no sweet peaches or cream,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Well, i can handle that

Imma get deported

You'll get choked, so get stoked,

All this paper i fold

Get you high, keep it on the low

Can't get a even get slow.