This is a song about "Urban ethnography"

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

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

I run circles round these niggas' world like saturn

In the urban envrionemt of modern

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

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

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

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