This is a song about "Harlem rennesance"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

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

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

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

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

We got young people's lives at stake