This is a song about "You ve been out of lacrosse with an injury"

As i seenobody cares about my history

My delivery gives you a whiplash injury--

On the freeway to africa 'til i wreck my audi

With an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry

No longer alive with out you,

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I wont even have one injury, tore the others up with my artillery,

Or could i be the same one who came from a far away life

Remember you can't just cut out parts of your life with a knife,

I made umpteen faults wish to heal my injury with happiness vaccine

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Of an elderly man with diarrhea with no bog roll - when his back is out