This is a song about "Kasi lam"

Get of the mic, beat it and run

Ok i hear you talkin

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Run away, run away, sometimes my mind feels no pain,

We have so much in common, starting at the feet

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

You ain't funny, you're full of crap

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I don't sleep, i stead i toss and turn and think and become restless

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

Better than the last stack of bull crap

Fuckin' beat the shit out of him, watch 'em talk smack after,

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

I beat the fucking shit out of my dad when i was twelve/