This is a song about "The energy of harlem"

I'm feeling the dark energy. the darkness inside me.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But you were never/ there just wasting all of my energy

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And don't give a fuck life is just a game of luck so realize the negative energy

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But you've been sapping, all of my energy,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

That the energy of youth is ever flowing

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

No poor family wants to see his son gone in the middle of the day in harlem

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

When i spit the bars my nigga i feel the energy, the inner me,

I want to feel the energy of the crowds reactions,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits