This is a song about "The incas"

She is far bizarre

Down the street to the car,

The more battles the better the flows

Here they keep a rachet close

Saw the bombs on the news

Or 5'2" hoopers in light shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

From the gutter to the roof

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend

Make her surrender &reconsider real nigga

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

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