Need my bag yeah like asap,money stack in rubber bands with the tight grip and the baby wipes just to cover my tracks,They know im getting racks n just know im spittin facts,blisters on they ears when I'm burning up the track,turning on your street with scalies n the pack,purple n the green when your mind under attack,take a puff of this see if it don't bring ya right back,people walking round like fools and they uneducated,really need the tools to survive cold times,real dark times where ya gotta serve dimes just to get by,went and tried to get a job at least a couple times,But they don't fuck with me cause I always speak my mind,