This is a song about "Klime the lime"

Bitch please, my lines got me in the lime light glistening

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

Fidna lime out get swirled

Shit, in this white man's world

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

They say love is the slowest form of suicide

Now its the birth of mcs that bask in the lime light

Despicably at the same time with a slice of lime squuezed into their eyes

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies