This is a song about "Harvie lee"

The good kid from the ugly city

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Bruce lee kicking tidal waves at sea

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby