This is a song about "Harlem hotties"

Most bitches, niggas gone me real or fake

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

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

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

Now can somebody please tell me where all them hotties at

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips