I don't fail smoking a pound of the Marijuana alot in Latta Dale. most of u mothafuckas hoping that I won't prevail. runing a round with saitin with a pound that I must be blazing feeling blazed and awaken and I'm so amazing eyes lo like the car that in as I'm reving racing engine lifting off the floor with the tires bouncing. Paul walking in the grave with his heart pounding doesn't matter if u win by a inch or a mile but I keep on smiling and keep on grinding with the crowd willin. walking up and stepping up better not studder when u hear the tura ru coming around the town making money like what's up.