WRITTEN & PRODUCED BY ME - Mr. 979 🎛 Ring around the rosie I can not expose these hoes. see, I can plot, & compose a melody so Clean that Mozart would export the flow To Rosie. Show me composure. I spit this greatness Ego all inside of me it’s spewing through my eyes hittin these Versace lenses. Pick up the pen sis, Pick you up in the Benz. This prize money is Why you don’t get second chances. Need my second check in advance miss. I’ve been doing this since MJ was still alive doing dances. then he died, & I was still rapping in classes. Damn isn’t it crazy how time passes? Right now my circumstance is Brutal, like Picasso with a bad doodle. If I tried to kill the beat, it would be brutal.