Watching my son growing up Ain’t no way I was slowing up Keep them in corba clutch How I came up with that was clutch Son grabbing the speaker don’t touch Okay here you go Turn it down and kill the flow This a conversation Had to arm the nation Had to arm the masses I just tryna fix a cavity and get some glasses A crib a mattress Find cigs and matches Until then I active In ever way Open the door and lettem play Whore skinny jeans I was gay That’s one of the many things I can say Of the haters in your way Don’t givem space in your mind Forgive me for them being in mine But that’s gold refine Master Lee on focus time You still making music That’s hopeless grind Pull out the phone write a note and climb I think I wanna smoke how I wrote the line That shit was so dope might have broke your spine That was crack rewind I think the raps be blind Cuz I travel across the map to shine This that shit you had find