This is a song about "Yellow lasagna the bell jar logic"

Light skinned women, all sex everything

I still knock rappers out, hear the bell ring

Follow the yellow brick road, stroll down southern streets

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

Going home, down the yellow road that gilly pissing on

Yellow ass nigga whinne the pooh

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I was sitting on the couch reading yellow paper

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

They rang the bell and pounded on the door

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

With gin and tonic, the grim logic, we're racist against,

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead