This is a song about "The beez neez"

I bring the heat like the

You're fucking with me, nigga

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Thinkin of the the dreams

Cause after all the lights and screams

Saw the bombs on the news

High as shit, i’m in a booth

Where the fuck the chorus

See boy she been in love

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Down the street to the car,

Hope my city is not too far