This is a song about "Hyena with out bad words"

All of these words spewing out my mouth

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Aiming words with precision-

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Money never ever hurt 'cuz rapping got a lot of perks

To start the revolution and take out all my crimes in words,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Please, go back home and come up with some better words

Love my women with high heels and high standards

I've been working out my tongue to get the words out quick

Puts the pieces of decomposing bodies in plastic

Scratching my back, let the words get out

I try to be the guy, you think about

With words so mixed and twisted

And that's jay line i had to quote that