This is a song about "Karin de bruiin"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Room service, the moon been worthless once apparent to your aura

And eventho tha tints locced, i'm rollin in de honda/

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

Fif-tee /nine times till ya de-ceased/ im sick son new form of disease/

If u smoking with me you better de filling

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

The words brings de-lights peace is what i incite

Vertebrae snapped, gats...huh, i swerve em right