You won't catch me rubbing on a woman with calamine lotion, and soothing her with sounds of Billy Ocean. I'm more like that nigga on the corner posting, standing with friends and just joking, talking about last night's comedy roasting, neither of us is really boasting, cause nothing to be happy about, our live's took the crappy route. I'm scrathing my head cause I got a nappy scout talking about i won't sit on a therapy couch, cause that's too much money just to sit and confess something. If I had mad cash I would've be verse ripping about nothing, I'd probably happy just skipping in the rain, but with a coat on, moving about just thinking of things to gloat on, or driving a car thinking of the bus I once rode on.