This is a song about "Urban ethnography"

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Remember that i speak the truth and bashur is not some urban legend or lore.

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

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

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Shawty feinding for love, i be feeding her lust

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

Our history that they stole, africa

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

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

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

In the urban envrionemt of modern

I killed my manager with an iron