yeah it's a hit, a thousand dollar hit, bet, I'm all in, cant help, done rolled the dice, I'm from guam not uncle sam, a chamorro of his time, what you thought I couldnt rythme, like when it's all, real talk, don't bark or think that hard, I'm married to the mob, straight up I'm ghetto and nare niggas want no parts, sharp as a blade, dont hate, love is all I learnt back in them days, why regulate, cool as a fam and my best friend isn't a bitch but MRS.Congentiality, yeah knew then it's a small world, known to keep the whole world in your hands, left it all in the hands God, I'm good and all I likes to do is chill, get high and Jack my dick off, cant you tell, like hell if you ask me, just want to party, congregated with the fellas, must've behaved before she let me hit it, I love my baby, she my pride and joy, not to let a bitch into your head, this one a winner, the fifth element is meant while I'm gone with the wind, that in or outdoor get you straight, hustle or get some dog, it's ironic like its chronic I smoke, when I get high I stay high and cant lie, im wise like the old and still running a hard knock life, although I still walk through a cold world, I'm continuing to be the sagacious before you know it, so pass me that weed and what you may call it