ayo his name was cornelius owned a spot on the hill where he was known for throwing and parties and kicking back lots of pills triplez and quads whatever u needed just 4 a minute he had everything he wanted but he still didnt get it like ounces everyday and thizzles every night was the coolest way to live crossed mind and bug eyed staring down at the city he showed no pity and wasnt even 21 with a veteran attitude so shitty crashing in empty dreams stashin glass bricks trynna move into that house made of sand walls and mixed sins does it make sense no but does it really make sense just keep it moving the best advice i ever got besides keep it 420 24/7 always under the influence like charlie manson dancing take another hit deja vu intuit yes we're into it if you cant flow with the sharks stay away from the fluid yup i guess thats my tip for the day let me get some extra cheese on my fries then walk away tall can of realness mixed with some eel piss locked into an electrical socket charged like goku can u feel this ? prolly not fuck it im in this music shit for life like a murder in jail using his hands 2 murk his wife fuck it murk her twice bring hip hop back to life just to shit on it nice hug the fuck out of it then put it back in flight i love this music shit like an abusive relationship doctor phil with a knife