This is a song about "The funkyteens"

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

And be the last nigga left, then i'll be ghost

Here's the answer and the antidote:

I'm a fucking rap star

Down the street to the car,

Little more weed, first class seats

Thinkin of the the dreams

From the gutter to the roof

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Here's the answer and the antidote:

The street slang i be speakin in code

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

I surely don't, so get off your high horse before you get impaled and feel the wrath of my worst