This is a song about "Rakim"

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

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Double m-g not to mention we got that

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

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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