causing havoc every time I write a classic rappers panic that they dont have my talent thinkin they candidates but not on the ballet your bitch on my toungue cuz she right for my pallet the best on the planet since mac went to bed higher than my buyers n my eyes stay red higher than palm leaves I smack em with gold rings they say money talks but my wallet seems to sing n ur pockets stay quiet mouth always lyin cops keep askin where I am when u dyin I was just chillin taught my bitch how to twist cuz everytime I smoke need a perfect rolled spliff