Just random shit and random spit, no need to build up punch lines to beat niggaz wit, ill get the hardest critique bein told my shit aint unique, it dont matter I can change it faster than mystique, racin down the boulevard, passin cars, spreadin faster than SARS wit over 6 thousand RPM bars, damn near red lining, i run the yellow with bad timing, cops pull me over and ask about my speed, a 400 dollar ticket is the last thing that I need, i wouldve been fine if i hadnt smoked a bowl out of a bamboo reed, shouldve just packed a spliff, or better yet a bong, pass it on to a fine ass lady and when wasted she show that thong, more or less im wrong about all of my lifes choices, my conscience needs to pipe down with him and his positive voices, sometimes i just need to do it even if its bad, at least that way I wouldnt look back all the time and thinkin about what i coulda had.