This is a song about "Synthetic synovial implant"

That i don't, impregnate, one of these, young ghetto whores

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

To give surgery to your lyrics, theyre going to get lit

Throw down a mile mark, ready, set, go,

Yeah, i got philippe chow flow

You will be on your bed

Code red, which means you go red

The towel? feel like throwin in the whole bathroom set.

Open vagina: put ya legs behind ya head

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

The money i'd make , convay myself im never fake , pen always firm to the paper

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

A legend have to bow, africa

Cause i’m getting more kids, then michael’s bed/

Now i don’t know if you was trying to check