Yo, yo, yo we about to fight
Im not throwin fists im spittin words I write

The first kid raps and im like hel(l) no
I push his azz into the snow

I then start rapping people going nuts
the kid i rapped against lost no ifs ands or buts

Im walkin home wit my chick in my arms
We see a bunch of minorities workin on farms

They pickin vegetables , fruits, apples, and pickles
I work at McDonalds flippin' burgers for nickels

So the next time you rap about bein rich and all
think about dis blackie me named paul