This is a song about "Harlem hotties"

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

If that, the rest of you niggas get lapped, i sit back

Now can somebody please tell me where all them hotties at

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

Way too much right here is at stake

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake