This is a song about "Monsoon communist urban sediment"

But make sure if they do see

A communist i will not be

Making g's was my missionmoving enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen and

A year ago he was irrelevant, but there was no telling that he was the rock but now sediment

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

Consult a communist for his opinion on this blasphemous protestant

I thought it was important to go right into the booth after the argument

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

I never change, i'm like a corpse in a coffin, six feet shit's deep

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

Get a bottle of ciroc and take a chopper to the party

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,