This is a song about "The wu tang clan"

Put burners in the hands, of the black man

If they hate, let 'em hate, i drop ya whole clan

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

I never use a fork i always spoon her

And word i blew off herb i grew

Wu tang clan the w and the u

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I put these poems all in these songs

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

The wu tang clan's 36 chambers, that was a dream,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga

I am stronger than your clan even stronger than batman

I'm so into you, witness a nigga make the bed bang