This is a song about "Pedmont of georgia"

Or the chick leaving

Feeling, of appealing

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Won't heat or burn me, i'm the coolest nigga here

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

And by the way i'mma start

Furniture made of the flesh of my foes

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

She likes the way it hits her lips

Most of y'all drop quick cause of impatience,

I just shake dice

Of the book of your life

Outkast landed, 3 thou was ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Running hip hop like 'pac in his prime

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,