Turn the page like Segar wrapping up my cigar
Reporting live from the er im goin under like see ya
You smiling like moesha light the pilot light then go heat em
No heater on me no nina i dont click clack let alone even see ya
Tell em go home like roger 44 blunts and now im off it
Pour that 4 up and get nauseous follow the leader like you gonna prosper
f** your pockets got no logic to your project of nonsense
I hate that hate will grow inside me till im rendered unconscious
Okay do not look to me for a life line i only know of one and its all mine