 I'm gonna be on top of you. I've been getting it rocking since niggas was rocking FUBU. I don't care what city you from. You solid? I salute. Whip it till my wrist bone hurting. Newspapers on the windows. No curtains. Fiends knocking. Soul searching. Water turned off in that trap. Fuck it, the stove working. Pour Poland Springs in that pot. Cook up them O's perfect. Jack's boy sniff on my 50 until his nose hurting. Coming through them back blocks. Riding around with the pole lurking. My young boy quit