This is a song about "The lewis and clark exp"

Except the niggers and the women and the whites who aren't regal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

By the phone, no call

And ball until the throne and thrall

I got rhythm and flow and the syncopation

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

The goal is the globe and... the versace robe and

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Reminisce the times and the laughter

And since the best died and rest sighed

I heard that statistic i almost cried