This is a song about "Urban terms"

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

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

You guys are still here

In rap terms he keeps it real

Which turned cities into ghettoes with the urban plight,

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

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

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

You don't know what half this means let me put it in dumb terms

These terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

Yo, this music’s disrespected by those who caused the urban flight,