This is a song about "Umbrellas"

They're busy bees, sipping tea while chillin' in their silky sheets

From the magnolia housing projects and the streets,

You say i'm in the kitchen.. cooking up shit to splinter creeps

No clothes for those with no physique, making the japanese look like the greeks

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Round 'em up and i kill found 'em out and i steal