This is a song about "Waddle lee archer"

Like im tommy lee and she's that babe pam

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Walk wit a waddle, like daffy duck

And i'm strollin' down south like good luck chuck

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Ready and stiff to pull a burce lee manuver and kick

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Once mr. woods was all good, now a nigga only

Bruce lee, jackie chan, giving out tae kwon do

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Now i'm 21 and being schemey like charles lee

And teachers thought i was dumb or crazy

You're the john mccain to his robert e. lee/

Mentally he's less than me, and i'm guessing sweet as sara lee

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody