This is a song about "The harlem renaissance"

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

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

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

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

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

Actually i like a broad that can bag hoes

The more battles the better the flows

They getting deals with thier weak buzz

Where the fuck the chorus

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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