money on my mind ..I can't get it off it ... rats dropping dimes like a leeky foscet ...the 3 is where I'm from bubble gum and boss shit..I use to have patients but now I just lost it..brand new strap the old one I tossed it.. shooting at the buzzer no clocks or LeBron tips. microwave rappers radiated the whole strip. I'm cool calm and collective others go dumb shit... I'm a bully the one that you go get ... when it's smoke I react like a pit and go sick.. I never sold drugs my bars dope as a brick ....I use to have one in a half but now it's six...