sitting in the back in the mf cadillac, got sack for Jack's white khakis with slacks, to pheens I had to sell the Crack, the only to way shake back I had to slang that pack only one goal that's tryna reach them racks know it's all wrong gotta do wat I gotta do stick up stick up please don't shoot this life so ruthless this shit a make u do the woop pop a peel pop a peel my nigga let's chill, straight slums you can call it sunny hill