This is a song about "Teenage muntant ninja turtles"

Im laid back like a retired ninja

Our history that they stole, africa

For all the ninja that done to me

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

I slice the track in two, like my words are a ninja sword

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

Rep middle east, ninja beastlier than the one flick that chick hudgens in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

For all the ninja that done to me

Like hoes down in magic city

Teenage and adult girls cant resist us

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Yeah, um, as you can probably tell from listening to this record

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/