i know im blessed tho no x's on my chest tho no holes in my vest tho big boot like test tho no rest i get the best tho tis the season for the killin drop roof pop back the ceiling been ridin round n i get it they say its mine i spend it wordplay cold yeah the flow on icee always hate on me cant stand to like me im fuckin on yo wifey till u pull up n try n fight me bitch it is the al mighty crack shells like taco bell spit fire im talkin hell wish u well got it on lock not talkin jail hit the kush then i sail all hail that's a nail in yo coffin yeah im bossin stunt like im steve austin always flossin playin possum then i drop em CK that boy a problem