This is a song about "Skert in a foreig"

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

In a room, roll a blunt, in my glass, fuck it fast

I'm in east rogers park, in a lab coat and a suit

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

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

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

In left hand mic,in right a viper.

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

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

He looked up at me like i was crazy, i said listen man

Is written in our souls, africa

Stuck in the middle of a...