You need to buy steel You ain’t at all real This land is my field You ain’t hard to kill I’m just making musik no/ little boy Touch me baby Leaving anything that’s fucking crazy I carry your shit like fucking babies I must be bugging baby I’m feeling a hundred baby I’m bout to go under baby Carrying weight like fucking babies So what’s the little point that I’m making You’d be a fool not to stay awake kid That be drooling? Yea that same kid Un orthodox boxing ass mother fucka