This is a song about "Uh oh"

Kill everybodythey each got a city to pick to make it our part

And me now ! oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.. yeah, yeah.. every distance we apart,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

Uh, uh, uh, you already know, this just me, uh

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce

Uh huh you need a license

Blew money like six crips

That doesn't make sense like nigga kids wearing cap and gowns

Uh uh, man of the year, man man of the... bounce

If you feel it, it must be real just

Pacific of mine, sir', uh.. dismissed