i sound slugs in any loud mug that thinks he down rum.
crowd loves wat thsi child brung with his style son
pile funds like egypt leave ya in de-ni-al bum
file heads like a classroom, smile and shed ya last gloom
tax goon's for there stash dude, gat consumes there badge and poof..
they no longa in this world, i spit pearls with this gift that nurishes..
courage shifts, ta worthless and bitch ta perfect and siCC..