This is a song about "Harlem cabs"

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Cause tears falling down make me ache

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

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

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

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