This is a song about "Skert in a foreig"

They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful

Cork in a bottle ima send you out in a space shuttle

I'm doing shit i never might of did

I traveled a light year in a minute

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

In a private jet while i'm walking in

And that i spent the night with her

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

I'll throw you in a trashcan, dump it in a traffic jam,

Indubitably i'm too street

A peanut in the heat

While in reality im in a oldsmobile killing posers in the alleys

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

I once contemplated suicide, and woulda tried

In the dark in a crack park, sparkin' off like a light,