This is a song about "My clan"

Paid well, like she supposed to, i'm a made man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My words are my rhythm

They had a hell of a run

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

Your clan with power and then an instrument,

My streaks my testament.

And bijies like im out and

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Caught up and slipping for fearing a mcdonald’s position

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her