its always bitch niggaz hatin and i cannot do relation, bad bitches shakin and it seems so underated, I'm always getting faded so dont crush his spirit cravings, this is not addiction when switch to pussy n taste it, im nasty to her mayhem, im classy to the wayment, dont gas professor pager just come meet me wit that wager, a swagger like a favor got yo ice cream holla major, damn near at the top dont look down she started shakin, that tightrope where shes hangin got him wrapped up in a blanket, im smokin on the wang it pass it to my niggga its stankin, i kno some niggas been fakin so the solid get my thankin, im next up like u taste it put white lighters in your faces, the candles wit the sages mariwanna wit the fragrance, the disco wit the faces lookin better every day shift, the night lights got to dancin on the pavement segregated, and when they came together made it look like reinstatements, they need to reimburse him talkin bout his reparations, this rap had got too deep for niggas far from celebrations, rain pourin on me like umbrellas couldn't save it, wind chimin in like it'll fly away yah patients, cold settin in numb insomnia dont play wit him, im closer to the edge then ill ever be to say wit em, word for word and tic for tack your point it got that pain on it, as fresh as hell i expeled whats thus explained don't wait on it.