moody on the track, bitch play it back just like that..... whole nother level, I shall never settle, but oh brother why bother. look into the eyes of my father and see my mother lookin back at me in the mirror, it kinda gives a me the shivers, the truth I must deliver like a package in December I'm cold on a beat turn a track hot as the heat underneath my seat, aim it at cha feet, make Dat bitch go skeet