This is a song about "15th and the 1st"

Put the purp in the blunt

But the cogs are turning, and

And i'll be rich if i get another diss

This rap is like a 1st grader wrote this

A true leader, my 1st floor got a balcony

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Grab the scissors and saws and

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

The blacks and the poor and the women given grief,

I'm past that, i'm working on my master

Reminisce the times and the laughter

Oh wow, obilivion stump

I see the fire and

Do he kiss you on the forehead and keep you warm

In front of your mom your 1st, 2nd and 3rd born.