This is a song about "Tribe"

Come again, i devour lawmen my tribe is tribal i'll beat you with the fucking bible

I'm going to bury you in this box i made outta your own kitchen table

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Right in the jungle with a tribe of my hustlers

Half your body laying on my chest

I'm spittin' freestyle, beat is tribe called quest,

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

I'll swarm on your poor ass like the tribe goin' on award tour

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

A tribe called quest in the days of reaganomics,

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit