This is a song about "Richard pryor"

I spit that 1980 pryor, that l.a. '92 violence/

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

Put me in a daze and stear fear like richard gere in sphere

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

This shit's a busy world like the book by richard scarry,

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she