sick and tired of the people that keep swingin and missin
man how in the fuck could these people not listen
my mission, to show em.
i melt faster than a popsicle
im thinkin, i tol' em
imma treatem like an obstacle
I climb up and ova, bigga mountains then hova
my times up its ova, iv paved trails like the rova
the money, couldnt count it
the honey, yea she mount it
i gotz the cool whip n you know shes gotta share the fruit kid
ferrari coupe dip n so i leave the talkin to the suit shiiiit. word