This is a song about "Richard pryor"

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

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

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

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

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear