This regarding the loan the house I used to own The blueprints everything stolen Still steady booking features from home Cut back my losses had to double on nothing that’s there Looking at you sayin you Who care The truth is I don’t you shouldn’t But who wouldn’t Yeah who wouldn’t want to take it higher than the last you have to turn the glass Yeah some say it’s the past But it’s vast and I’m a hard hitta Fuck what you heard I’m still the witta Cause my wits out move the competition I’m in first because I erased the competition What’s the worth of a mind What’s the worth of a dime Out in Paris looking like ya best looking stalkers My hittas eat they night time dead walkers We ain’t for the dead or the living We about bread and the digging Arti facts get you a long ride Everything garaunteed