This is a song about "Harlem cabs"

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

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

She never ready to go so she forever come

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Way to much right here is at stake

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

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

I got no cabs but my road to success had many bends which drove me to where i am now/

Ever since i was a little motherfucker wantin to hangi can see 'em in my head, pow