This is a song about "Harlem hotties"

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

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

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Now can somebody please tell me where all them hotties at

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

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