This is a song about "Gymnast"

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

This worlds out of balance, scales broke here comes the challenge,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

I'm gonna strike you with black led, watch your body turn indian red,

Land of the rich on one dice roll,

De la soul is from the soul

Of course you got haters momma

Was that a double entendre?

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Feuding over their underground crown in a fight club

I flip their ass off like an acrobat on a trapeze

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

Woo-hah, got you all in check

Shrapnel and shard in my leg

Haters give me balance. every kyle's got a cartman

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton