Talkin about holdin a piece of cake
Shit I didn't even eat that at your wake
Talking about wacker rhymes fienden
Comin up lickin up siemen
It's okay though, I'll just say hey hoe
Leave you lickin your chops
Smack you back to the shops
You work for me now kid
I went to the auction and had the his bid
I won your skeezin ass at auction
And then treated you like tupac's son
You are just like him you were never there
I left you in the street twitchin in your underwear