Yea, this life in Point Hope, is getting kinda dope, living on the North Slope, aiming towards my goals with a scope, gonna preach like the Pope, they asked if I chew and I said nope that's gross, gonna kick it up a noch, and go off like a bomb, and strike like a nuke, and spook you, the crook you are, you look shook when I go off, Imma boss, don't cross the line punk, you look drunk, your flow is kinda bunk, so pack your junk, you look like a chipmunk, undercover cop that swapped to the swat, to get a brand new yacht, that you bought with unlawful money, you know all the wrongful stuff ya did, I think I'm maybe gonna turn you into a fossil, I got the urge to dig up a colossal amount a dirt, then insert you into the grave, I crave blood like a vampire, hopefully it doesn't backfires, thinking to get some dogs named rottweilers, tryna become songwriters, thinking to make a YouTube Channel, and gain some subscribers, remember when I said "Livin' in Point Hope, Livin' it well, thinkin' of what to sell, maybe little bit of dope just to cope, with all this bullshit in town" you hear this cool shit and now your down, now it's time to flip the panel, and battle, now I gotta walk five miles, 'cause I strive and thrive to survive for life, 'cause it's nice and bright, so here comes the light, might just fight for our own rights, and make it right