This is a song about "Richard turner"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Head turner, got the whole block snappin necks/

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

I'm the motherfucking richard dawkins of rap beef

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

How they slapping hoes like ike turner

The plight of a rapper or whatever