Build trust

Yea they call me Mr.Ski i don't trust her in the club with my shades on i put some gold on my neck like some honey cone i stacked that money to the top until it over flow you ain't to run up on me before you get some smoke i took sip out my cup you ain't got to trip I've been praying for my soul for the thing i did police trying to pull me over i Don't talk to strangers as i'm walking through the city I've put my life in danger they Mr.Ski i Don't talk to stranger yea.