Welcome to the big game Spittin on the rap fame The only convuluted minds in the grind Is when the stars align I'm just tryna get you wine and dined BITCH I'm a cancer A celebrated dancer or racer lookin for the answer Career money maker I'd love to be a Laker Get that green paper I'm a short king I got a real means sting That's another story a different category A space laboratory Where the dope grow greener and the snow look cleaner My baby like that I can't take it if she get any meaner But I like em bite sized They like to have a good time As long as it's on my dime Money don't grow on trees It's blows away like the leaves Make another rack send them shits all the way to the back Welcome to the big game Spittin on the rap fame The only convuluted minds in the grind Is when the stars align I realize the full moon light Gets that's pussy feelin right Got me going down on her to this song howl in the air she a dog she a bitch Part two On the back We is through Had it comin You started bummin That's a fact