This is a song about "Simon bolivar"

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Cleveland is my city ain't nobody fuckin with me nigga

I ball hard like i played for cleveland

You wasn't fin' to dress all crazy no more and

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

And im not hating on the black like i was dixon to merle

Dope enough to snort crack and sit the fuck still

The way we blow that shit up, call it hamburger hill,

You're sipping on dry air, man that's so bland,

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

I've enough of these bland rhymes, it's bad times

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights