This is a song about "Qur an"

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

An immoral immortal

I lose my mind for divine oral

Call an investigation!

So fuck the speculation

So if i talk down to a man

Cantaloupe buying, can the pope die an

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

Its an imagination

Times in this crime land, my thug nation