Hunid k in my pocket ridin round in my logic in a foreign skrrt skrrt that’s a tragedy and a thirsty momma pulled up on yo drama she lookin like a stinkin llama She walking and talking got a mouth like she’s ran on batteries like she’s made in some factories Packing these pills so I can get some extra kills running drills and paying bills with deals for some For some rice and price these ain’t phrases they raises praises and phases cya till tomorrow