 Little tune, flow sinister. I'ma finish him. Many men gon' need ministers. I'm a minimum. Enemies, I'm the enema. I'ma shit on them just like my keys drop my genitals. On a dinner work, my thoughts I keep confidential. It's consequential. Philosophy's unidentical. I'm not into you. My Siamese brother Benjamin. That's how I stick to him. These diamond B's, all VB's. I call him Vivica. Skating underneath a bridge. Stay hustling as it is. Make money, feed the kids. Ain't nothing in the fridge. Wake up, repeat the sins. Eight blunts, I need a ten. Stay mudded to the lid. Eight hundred,