This is a song about "Ur nans flaps"

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history

Let ur injuries assure u who served u ur victory

Rip ur head from ur neck and laugh as ur body twitches like terretes,bury ur

And certain death for us ghetto bastardswhat can we do when we're arrested, but open fire

And ur never on his level

As i light one for ill will

Lights bulbs when wearin' that wig, flyin' kites

Remember stand up for ur rights

For the outlawz, here we come

Cuz ur the only reason

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Disconnects ur head to normality

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Eject ur rhymes in orbits,

Ur a hansaw, and your toothless,

We don't ever make love