This is a song about "Inches we need are every where"

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Where we gonna get to

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

Outer space every hour, every hour we blacks get devoured,

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit

We need to talk about this issue, every minute's the limit,

We're vicious but we can't seem to move a couple inches

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Where are you its not reality

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

We need mandela , still we need mandela

Is never that's equivalent to me and sarah