smoking O's fuckin hoes getting money everyday that's just how it goes I gotta get it to this mf beat it takes me back to hearing pac and Nate up in the street when music had a real purpose an actual story to tell the radio anymore is autotune and gay rappers trying to yell this is my attempt to resurrect This angel outta hell can I save it I guess only time will tell spitting Lyrics hotter than where the devil likes to dwell sending em to ur dome make ur fuckin cranium swell the sound of the cannons make ur ears ring like Bells a ring ding dong taking fat rips from the mother fuckin Bong all night long always up in smk like the heros Cheech n Chong I gotta smk and fly everytime when I ride with Mary tell me why she stink like skunk but taste like berry she eases the stress and all the pain inside without my kids her n music I'd prolly just die just keeping it real everytime I start to fuckin rhyme counting every second wasted cuz it's a race against time and before u fuckin know it ur a thing of the past you can be gone any second might as well have a blast you gotta live it up cuz your days are numbered why do the greats die is something iv always wondered.. did they die because they were great or great because they fuckin died I guess that's all up for their legacy to decide