This is a song about "We about to party"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Uh oh we gotta go to another party so can party some mo

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

Y'all shoulda just quit, but now we about to spit

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

We forget about our ancestor's mission

School just finished it's time to party

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

To rapping about, what im about

I go, in when i start putting words out

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

We about to blow it up, but we all started this as amateur,