This is a song about "Ill be me"

Ill stop now before ill be rapping for minutes

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

Ill be like hitler and your a jew

It may be not the same for you

Ill be out there looking for ya

Is written in our souls, africa

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Except ill be commitin lyrical murder

Ill be forced to turn vicious

But you hate them navel kisses

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

No beastie boys, i don’t need no license to be ill.