This is a song about "Getting it right"

We would hit it off all right

If it's me that catch you, you're fried

Right, now you say you don't care

And it was all right there

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

Call it bubonic, getting all the dollars and

Can to fight for what you think is right cuz it all about getting to da big stage

Two childhood friends just died, i couldn't crya damn shame, when will we ever change

Neither black nor white

It gets to be so right

It's so good it dosen't even seem right

Niggas run and hidenapoleon will provide

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

Quit trying it seems you're only getting fatter