chilling on the porch high smokie on friday thinking of the week and how to get through it my way my baby mamma mean she always look at me sideways i tell her im gon leave she only points at the driveway ok ill be gone till November i lied looking at my baby's face cant remember why i hate make it to the studio? cant say that i tried but these chicken heads on my cock ready to migrate try to keep my head straight keep a good vibe no dead weight like Bee Gees staying alive treat my credit card like a ho i ain't saving nothing never had much so i spend my cash up alcoholic low key shawty raise a glass up and toast 40 yrs old rapping no platinum or gold doing this for my soul im in love with hip-hop and every single freak girl that i know plus im sick with the ryhmes call me H.I.V. dont agree i dont give a S.H.I.T..... (from the Southside leave ya mouth wide open) ...praying ima stop quit hoping Terry Black