x."feel like quiting" Bandana, am a souldier from Central hills, and am front and center, headlines!, str8 nines in a crook hands, and wives!, they dig us!, Jesus, on my chain when it swings, get aways burglaries, burgers is what we eat, they call me Fat Cat, am kind of neat like a rose that grew threw concrete,...not too much heat bring it back to them standing on they feet, the messiah of rap, big office!, take a nap,... on a high Teck office seat!, in flashy business suits, I got pounds of weed!, remember me Intrigue? still writing these lyrics, out the window I sung for the hood,..around the time I was living out Fleetwood, wish I could be there for my wife's bad moods, but she didn't love us two,me and my dad!, two. told G we need to meet girls who love us like mom dukes!,..who do shit for us, two doves.... with two birds each, so am Rich!, ...and Slick Rick!, and the money Ludacris, and the watch Mona Lis,...so enchanted you would rub it and make a wish!, and than there's the rings, all 4 fingers like a jew thief!, miss Ty, I got a new one!, I need love, am Don Juan!, came from ugly to pretty from nothing to real serious money like Boston George, or Tupac!, in Louis bags!,...cash, so in magazines,... smoking Molly and weed!,.. a classic Big Meeatch!, a organized criminal...Downtown when it snow, in a suit 2 pick up a envelope!, full of cash, the diamonds fall out!, richer than Rayful Edmonds!,... my Mansion got a beer fountain,... I own a Black Panther!, looking at the view!, looking at the boobs, am so confused,... looking out the window, I found a hoe!, yelling at the top of her lungs, now the neighbors is hearing us fuck!, and they hot!,...like a red leather skirt!, ooouuu it hurts 2 see me in public, automatic! in the back of allies, she sucking my dick, the back of my balls! remember going to Cascos and all the music I baught!,... I wrote!, trying to be good no great!, I lift the weight, tilting my city... my city Like a page!, am trying to flip... I felt mega pain, now feeling mega rain... I can see you can you see me?!, envelopes!!!full of cash and letters, for months I been getting ass!, women, different races, eyes like the globe, green and blue... truly yours it is Mook....,the Black Sinatra!...