This is a song about "Lincoln clay"

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Evil carrots don't play, came strait from the clay

No clay female rappers in this game

Aimin' at them skin headed bitches let it rain

Out came some shit looking like a lincoln log eight feet long,

You brought and chose, guess she moving on, yep, we do it wrong

The home of marvin gaye, that's all i gotta say

It's bobbing and weaving like it's cassius clay

We freestyle battle opponents and make em break like pots of clay

Young nigga from the bottom and i never had a way

As to me all the other rappers are just clay

I want to feel her in every way

Started as cassius clay then drift to ali,no apologies it's time we stand up

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck