This is a song about "Mozambique"

I spark a sally and come back from that valley

Chilling in the valley with sally eating lobster in an alley

Installed with counts of small amounts of homemade packs of ied's

I'm writing down on this paper, making a new life for my beats

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

Start a ruckus, watch as these suckers eat cluckers, fight for boneless suppers.