This is a song about "Youve ru"

The lyrical liaison that youve never laid eyes on

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Yeah, real or fake, bitch!hotter then the summer coupe

Following that was the death of harvey lee by ru-be

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

Youve got a cock like a piece of rotton wood

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Now youve cut me open and left me for dead

Youve got your own problems that im not gonna claim

I can't complaini've seen my fair share of the fame

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Why do you always look like youve just missed a scene

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Youve already lost this battle so you *sigh*

I thinks its sad youve yet cross the law

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw