This is a song about "Harlem"

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Lunatics the harlem globetrotters and there's no myths and the other guys got

J. cole runnin' late

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

So here i am at the store for some chips