This is a song about "Rakim"

We're still locked in, not a rakim or an eminem

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

That rakim, az, nas, and kool g rap multis was changin' us,

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,