This is a song about "Where s your girl at"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

I dont know where my pencils at!?

Where was that? you say the 90's set you free, but when was your release?

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

And he, what's his name, earl

Fuck up your shit and bang your girl

Huddling mumbling wondering where the drugs at

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

Thus contributing to ongoing credit

You based your life off of 50's shit

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Peacefully at rest where your forefathers shone

Welcome to fagville, population: you, and your girl at the motel. isn't life a hell?

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell