This is a song about "My x"

Quit your whining, bring it up with donald x.

Only thing between me and your bitch is a latex

To be worrying about my brain cells now. (x2)

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

Malcolm x, huey newton, revolution, they stare,

Getting this off my chest i guess need i to say whats real (x2)

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

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

My biography follows the footsteps of malcolm x

Look into my shit man" (e.y.e.s.e.e.) x2

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Thank god for what i did with blocking against this shaky defense

Getting this off my chest i guess need i to say whats real (x2)