Once upon a time man, I was chilling, I was dressed in yellow tees, and a trouser that's made of linen, I Was , Dreaming of being the biggest man, man arround I was 10 but a kid that was only dreaming of clout, huh, Damn na, Growing into a man, my minds all twisted just coming up with the plans now, another of my Colleagues in the ground, imma go and do it, and imma figure the time now, tick, tock, tick tock on the clock you were flexing with the rolex, those pieces falling apart, times up, for you niggas who think it's a joke, its not funny when you say that your literally a goat, naaaah, de finitely note, when I come through spitting, I grip a beat on the throat, ain't a killer though, but niggas now pretend, heard some rappers talk of killing and now they follow the trend, that's crazy, its funny how to get props, you have to have props, you know tools to exaggerate your false personá and just to get approval Wait on inspirá, with a pen and paper, while I utilise, the connection I got with baby boo, maybe you, don't know the passion, I keep within my jewels, and that's the reason I got some drive, to make some lemon juice, out of all the lemons I recieved, little trees, growing like me, I never planted the seeds, but, Either way they look at me, in disgust, cause I'm disagreeable, and got a bit of beast musk, shit and when the ladies say your a good guy, they just implying that you a bitch, are you better as a simp, or your better off as a pimp, think about it, while you sit down and have a drink, anyway I hopped onto a beat, that shit fire though, dropping it like its hot in a dish, served, served nigga I'm the chef up in this bitch,served hot with chilli, and aloevera to dip, tastes good don't it, no really, there's no main point in this joint, just a bunch of random thoughts sprinkled onto a beat, for the love of rap, there's a lesson, in here for different groups of people, yeah, that's it, for the l9ve of old school