This is a song about "Harlem hotties"

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Now can somebody please tell me where all them hotties at

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

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

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

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,

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son