Insights, flavors, contemplation on the pop sensation, knowing full well it takes a nation...
The jump off for you coffee joint suckas, because you in way over your head, baby.
Gangsta party...
Poor because of you.
True, true...
Talking about making it rain.
Gettin that paper out the gutta Mhain...
Rich niggas pimp the world,
68 ways,
got yo girl...
Mother earth.
Ice cold titties,
Sirens in they skivvies.
Show you what it's worth.
Chuuch!!!
Ya'll don't hear me doe,
got dime pieces getting low.