back in 94 4th grade pushing that all blue monte carlo spinning tires on the pavement 12 lookin at me times a wasting clock time with that hard time i was facing i caught that case man hit the bar solo dolo rolling on Rollo's grabbed my polo they saying ohhh noooo penitentiary was in the physics dont get cha wig splitted shifted then shitted im from a place in the middle of the map brsin splitted witcha shit from the past honost grab then i hit it hitting the good weed gods gift ta us we dont care if you think you tough bury em in the roughest parts of missouri eyes bury mercury rising i got out, no more flippin burgers and fries man im flipping pies man gutting the shell like the fish in the pond imma fill it up In the freezer turning them nun chucks mouth piece is a weapon 816 im not stressing getsta mumbling now your undressin yes plz ranch dressing feeling blessed man cash a check bands