To drink wine is like to think blind get drunk wanna fight
So that junk is not right so lot of punks don’t be tight
When I verbally dispatch major verse must attach flavor
First to waste thug’s taste buds can’t match this behavior
Got a crazy crew but like crazy glue they stick fast
And quick crash micro phones like plane wrecks, blast
Words and trash nerds like garbage with this college rap
Knowledge perhaps is a weapon every second, stay trapped
In the glamour of Grammar in this mamma jamma like flap
Jacks at IHOPP, in my Lex roll mostly and hold closely
A girl in a mini-skirt wanna do plenty work on the pies so toasty
In the past toted a glock but still devoted to the block
Promoted a lot of crap through rap wear a true cap and hard knock
Like JAY-Z the thug but crazy in love with my cutie fiancé bold
With the booty like Beyonce’ Knoll many kissing stories untold