This is a song about "Harlem spatans"

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Is rampant like the gambling and the stealing in harlem,

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

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

I'm dreaming to be great

Two-step - white dude's harlem shake

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

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

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

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