This is a song about "Harlem renasan"

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

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Redbox flow and i do not date

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

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

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

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips