This is a song about "Harlem renissance"

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

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

She self made, i'm self made

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake