I want to see you in them thongs while I'm stuffing my bowel with that greenery lovely lady

Make your rhymes shine brighter than your clothes

No Game ass niggas time is up word to the holy spirit it's slashes and it's nothing them fake emcees it's time for me Versace

Don't worry about them suckers you dig

my father I love you

Like me for what I'm doing on this show and tell them ones that choice not to listen when I come home it's the beats and breeding them with on top of the dome piece

Just chill with me

Open up the bags they cant do it I'm blasting any silly goofy ducky go lucky non spitting victories that impact the culture which the cult is the instructions to better spending so I''m going give off butter all over the embody you's with open gems of the mic control them to have fund to share with these rhymes is a life pictures of beat spit truth and kill that fake tales

Money on my mind find me dipping on them suckers so bye

Don't breakdown for doing what you need to do for self