yo when i rhyme u bes believe its true, cause wat would i do wit a paper full of lies. Id die. I wouldnt wanna rap no mo, not even rep ma name no mo. Thats what strives me to go even fartha, if i new it wouldnt do i wouldnt evn botha. U can ask ma brotha, ma motha, even ma daddy, wit a son always rappin they thought i wanted to be a puff daddy. Im always freestylin of tha top of ma head, evn when im goin to bed, i dont do this it 4 that bread or to get some head. but id like to taste it. U know a lil appetizer of fame, an a side of glory, money, chains, man im gonna lov dis game.