just don't know

white SUV sitting at the corner,
we roll up, quequed up behind the line,
guess we coulda let him in, sure,
oh well, another 45 seconds wasted,
windows up A/C blasting at 75 degrees(?!),
gonna have to sit and wait college man,
that bar stool's gonna be lonely for your fat ass.
so homeboy, out of spite, lays right on the horn,
z-man sittin in the front, Little E right behind,
Nancy sandwiched between me and E,
apparently he wanted to vent,
wanted us to know that he didn't approve,
B stopped the daabaan, sitting in the queque,
i was out before she could tell me what to do.
"what is your flipn problem you damn simpleton,
you wanna fight, get the fuck outta the car!",
he was yellin at me, windows all the way up,
didn't even give me the benefit of a roll down,
then he gave me the bird, mouthed some other words,
I smile, asked him to get outta his ride,
smilin cuz I knew B would smack him from the other side.
no need to worry about me, you need to watch out for B,
don't ever honk at my binojiinhs in the car,
don't expect either of us to sit and argue with you,
i wanted blood--yours or mine, i don't give a fuck,
but noticed your passengers didn't say a word,
stared straight ahead and averted their gazes,
the first fucker to step out is gonna get laid out.
wait a sec, let me grab my skateboard,
what if the S.O.B.'s packing some heat,
I'm gonna die someday so doesn't matter,
I prefer to do so on my feet,
mutha lover, next time just let it go,
cuz someone like me might lay you low,
so think before you blow, cuz you just don't know.