This is a song about "Whippin the foriegn"

Hair weave killer had on louie's in my mug shot

In the kitchen whippin boy stupid hot

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

I'm givin' a whippin' to chickens who dissin' and flippin' my lip 'til i'm diggin' your crypt

You're the snow, i'm the sun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

So while you worry about the hoes

The more battles the better the flows

Would you really just think that i'd not come back whippin' ass like i'm mike tyson,

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Now look: the change has come

Eyes poked out the the raven