Fresh up out da cell and my feet touching ground. It's FEELN good as hell and u kno us niggas Ball. Smoke in da air & u kno it's killa skunk. I get head spells wen I blow on some bunk. Ain't gotta try 2 be fly I'm just a real lady, ain't taking no shorts and it's really hard 2 fade me. So don't test don't play with me, I'm all about my paper, My label like a waiter The way I lay my tracks, I should be a fuckin cater. Don't worry, I'll get back 2 u later. I'll make it in a hurry My speech is getting slurry I'm sippn on diz liquor, my vision getting blurry. I got pen in my hand abt 2 sign a FUCKN deal, My hand suddenly, I guess I feel surreal. I'm not sure if diz deal God gon & take da wheel.