This is a song about "Seeing you in your pink underwear"

You already know you're dead

But what you seeing is a threat

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

Fuck barack’s change, we’d rather talk milian’s hair

All your wearing is your ann summers underwear,

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Seeing them exercise as they try to be fit in health

Free 2pac is all that's on a nigga's mind

Well i need a seeing eye cos im in the blind

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

In the corner of my eye, pairs of polka dot underwear

In perpetual brownout, seeing davis, gray scenes

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

I'm in a tunnel but i'm not seeing the end