bout to kick you in the back like a bitch getting hijacked run around the block in a robe and a nightcap never spendinýg money on nobody but myself til I die then so surprisin advertising all the profits i be makin with my rhyming fine dining on a golden plate, chardonnay, silver lining, make my money in the blink of an eyelid, what's the bottom of the story , you come heavy or just looking for a reason to get froggy like a hobby busting caps in those bodies digging through your ghetto lobby in the middle of the day, chopping what a difference it would make if you understood the difference from a pussy or a fake, with the faces of the gray in your mind cus you stayed in the back the whole time while they messed with your brain now you sit there thinkin all day real hard what the hell was that in the back of your yard, all you heard was click clack, then flash back here I am, in your face like a heart attack.