Wake up hustled up this morning, going down a bounced back bad track, Looking around the room, tryna be feeling’s sad, checkup on my pockets check, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come up fast, somethougts, in mind that had did it in an hour, Than his had been coming through, heard him lit the whip horn, then i dip out with more money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, im out now about to write more, Hit the stage then tell em to go let em know Turn the lights down low, Open an America Motor mouth, listen to the crowd scream go, about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, We are about to make it thought Yeah. this i know like if i roll 2 phillie splitarillos sophisticated smoking on potentially fire smoke inhaled then exhaled unloaded fumigation throwed on some overthrow lil bitch hoe. you know it yes i know im known for knowning no one bitch throwed offim throewd H- Town im throwed