This is a song about "Johnny looks like a watermelon"

Your face looks like it taste hooks

I flash smiles at the mean looks

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Looks like i'm burning in hell without ya

Is written in our souls, africa

Using multiple syllables a minute it looks like i'm spitting to the limit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

Ate a watermelon seed

Bitch i'm all you need

My book case looks like a psych. room

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

An hour and still standing looks like im commanding it mightve been a

I ain't trying to conflict: nickels to dimes and shit

It looks like i'm spitting to the limit