This is a song about "Nigga you in my way"

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

You get folded in half the orgami way,

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Now concentrate until you get the juice

Nigga, you ain't ill in the booth

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

This nigga a skank you need to know you're way below my ranks

Fucking on some bitch, i got my peen in her v nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

My rhyming's contained in the slightest haze, you couldn't write this way

There's nothing he can do, he let it get away

And for my dream i'll catch a body if you get in my way

Drinking sake on a suzuki we in osaka bay