 I composed my sixteens before 88 keys. The first time I did drugs, it was making the beats. MPC banged my head, it even haunts me in sleep. Everybody's a snake. It's why I try to keep the grass cut. See it when they coming, then I heat they shade. Yo, dumbass, up with them lights, guns, and butter. My grandpa still make that crack rock bubble. Tell karma I love her, be the real good boy.