This is a song about "Yao ming"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Clearly you were dearly , near to my heart bitch i mean nearly

We all sprung from apes, but clearly you didn't spring far enough.

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

No it's not, it's gross (gets the people going)”

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

But in no specific order, man, here is how i rank 'em,

Clearly its my fault i know i need to grow up/

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I clearly had to get the damn message through you

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Now no more bullshit, open wide feel no horrid, here comes the bullet,

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit