This is a song about "I ll make a man out of you"

Cause you can make reality out of fiction

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

U ll regret cos i ll give ur ass a nice red glow

Real light jab to opponents

You ll catch some mean lumps

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

The man of the house came out and said he shot you in the head

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Baby i beg to differ, bet you can polish a pole

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Get into, get intolet it ride, tonight's the night

That a white man can come out here and make all you mc's look like

Rhyme on the street?won't even make a little.i'll destroy you like a man to

It's something you provide that make me want to get inside you