This is a song about "This is harlem usa"

This maine scene is what it is

The tables are turned i can't take this

Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble

Are you hearing this? this shit is laughable

This is my own style, all this is my own version,

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

She always comin back

This rap game is fuckin wack!

This heathen is breathing and heaving

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

This is my story, this is how the cold day went

That's why i never claimed i was the best

To continually exists this c'est is

Babe you know it gets no better than this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

Your the criminal this is poetic justice, heart is saying fuck this