Pretend that I ain't in fact/Coming off like a thin hat/Where strong wind at.

My mind's monumental, my pen is penetration That produce words that bleed on the pad like menstruation.

Those who flashin' don't blast, they still buffoons, Just blowin out hot air, they should fill balloons. I'm like them shorties that could kill for….

Put your hands where I can see 'em, so they look like 12 PM On the dot, see this Glock? Don't make me give these shells freedom..