This is a song about "Ipad cases"

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

Because it's the third world, those dictators are basket cases,

Gotta be prepared for any and all cases

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Sherlock holmes with dem undercover cases

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

We're sick of law enforcement and all the cases they beat,

My aces got mad body cases, preserve spaces at the horse races

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

On re up, need strips in cases

If you did, you wouldn’t want to be famous

You racist degrading hipsters can't fight dangerous cases,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

A hustler and cam famous, you damn anus

Police can't even find the answers to some cases