This is a song about "Urban ethnography"

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

And reminds us that the mixture of guns and puns is too urban and street

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

Urban inner-city ghettoes, where you've never got a minute,

I done seen a nigga rise, watch you niggas dick ride

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

The projects to the urban hood, where bitches pop rocks,

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

Here i'm nothing but a backward bone-mugging urban bee

To this day as he roams the urban maze we call la

Cause youse a down ass bitch, and i ain't mad at cha

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field