I'm stuck in middle of my head with the riddles, n I'm steadily picking up the crown,stuck in this room with this pad and this pen new waves new vibes new sounds,and I got pulled over by the pigs n they messing up my day,gonna be mad if I don't get paid,gotta get my ass down the rd n make these plays,gotta kid to feed gotta puff some weed n ain't no body getting in my way,call it obsession I call it escape,call me out my name ,n I'm taking out the chair n the pistol n the tape,I'm searching for ya high n low I don't care how late,when I find put u n a trunk or a box or a crate,