We working in the studio, doing  what we do, smoking up a blunt we high, baby girl are you? My homie rolled another J, dnt be shy go through, Let your mind explore take a pull or 2 Now lets go back to studio, and do what do Let the world hear our shit, lets shoot for the moon incase yal didnt know, Khairo coming soon... open up the doors, im coming through its not about drugs, the booze, the gangs who loose, its not about the women you get on top of you, its about the people who feel your music, touches their heart while they busy bruising, shit is confusing, cold as ice but fire fuming, changing the channel but where i tune in, negative news, government moves nothing surprising, the people loose im loosing my insanity, actually my reality, living a nightmare while dreaming of a fantasy