 to be piece of nose, drop a op like Pop Stinky Low, last Friday hit by the polls, threw dope in a commode, got off the stove and slowed my roll, I'm in the Mars now, but I still serve your baked potato Bobby Johnson style, you ain't lit, you litter like Trump Twitter feed, black monster, I'm more Melvin Williams than Genovese, them fist fights had me swapping blood with my enemies, ain't from no set of you, one gang back in the little league, I may not be here, I'm feeling like I might just leave, before I start a fire or a fight, a million fuck