This is a song about "Urban spratt"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Not an urban myth but definitely an urban legend

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

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

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

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit