 I can read your mental with my finger on temple and learn the deepest, darkest secrets that your shadow won't tell you. Cause you heard that I'm a better beast than Stinko to the J like a memory. And if your eyes ain't bloodshot, you need to get some meadow weed. Screaming what the blood clot, shoddy in a stolen V. Follow the law? I don't even follow the law. Flexin' like I just shot off a bottle of Royce. Sexin' bad exotic chick on top of your boy. Chip on my shoulder, only if chips involved.