Woke up and saw the news, Joe in LA, I know what to do, packed up, ready to head out, when I hear my mom shout, you ain't eat breakfast boy, so you grab a quick bite, kiss my mom goodbye, hit my homie up grab the toy, then I stuffed it in my bag, man I'm bout to to tag, fuck politics though, but I still got the pole (poll), on my way to the place, feel my heart feel it race, nervous see it on my face, time to terminate the fake.