Look and listen as i go off the top for a minute
Its like every where i go....i feel manuer scented
Pull up in a rented, windows 5 percent tinted
You wont think i ment it...till i leave 6 in your appendix
I got white like hendrix...wheather is hard or powder
3 storie villa on tha docks, sluts feeding me clam chowder
All my life i been hustling...looking back on my accomplishments
Now when they say my flows shit...its directed as a complement
Fuck the parental content...imma say whats on the cerebrial
Theyll find ya fingers in ya cerial...and ya eyes in ya ceerios