This is a song about "Ralph loren"

Chanel louis prada what a mixture

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

My records sell, yes sir

I couldn't get off to ralph nader

See i'm not superman, i'll probably never find my lois lane,

That god isn't finished with me yeti feel his hand on my brain

I've be stressin in the spotlight, i want the fame

The fugees, lauryn hill rocked the mic and big daddy kane,

Educate yourselves, of africa

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

Fuck superman like lois lane, shit is simple and plain,

I take em home, fuck her, get high and never call again

I hit you (bonk) then i'll lark as i mark my dock

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop