This is a song about "My neighbour"

It took time -- but finally the cash was mine

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

See me with a husband

My streaks my testament.

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Making a movie, spike work

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

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

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you