This is a song about "The ra"

You're in a seminar

Down the street to the car,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I make music for a reason, didn't vote obama

As the tao converted the thief

Five shots she ready to leave

I'm why baby mamas leave

Thinkin of the the dreams

I bring the heat like the

The science and the art, africa

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Ra ta tat tat sending shots at these rappers back packs

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back