im up out the box. on ya block bumping tupac n snoop dawg buying ya chick a new boob job. ooh raah im rolling with vetarans. toasting with the best of em.throwing festivals getting so retarded ud id been a vegetable. i aint in the race trick. im jus that far ahead of them. they thot i was last. till they reallized i was just lapping thier ass. doing jumping jacks on the track. with the stash in the sack. and a 30 pack of pabst. with a phat sack listening to aftermath trying get my laughter back. and after that ill have to rap. but ur pastors fat and the trap is where my passions at. not some magic hat. or. a karate flex much respect to mr myoigi. and bruce lee one inch punch a pitol packing claim they stacking. but the words they rapping.are just a new shit streak on. an older fashion. and drop you. drop tracks on rap packs of this last fadd of cashin tactics. i aint acting im grabbing and squeezing the reason i keep breathing fimding meaning in being a heathen even the odds are uneven. so im changing like seasons. something that i believe in. like spicey food. will u pass me the takis. n ignore the paparazzis and zombie Nazis. invading ur screens. i just laugh at it all if u know i meme. harp machines weaponize the skies.in a world where where your either left alone to die. or lead to rise. so i lead the way with a rap. inspired legends on the map. and if u lost i show you where ur at. gives you keys to the trap. welcome to my throne. tho i wish i was home more. i got my own war. bodies on my home court. but you need no more. i was 5 years old bak in on 04.