This is a song about "Classik pt"

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

If you do then ima have to aim and fry

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Ion wanna see my nigga blue

Rollin with my d-o-gs i'm chiefin on some long beach

Is impossible to aim or reach with your banal screech

Writing-chan, copper kilt

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Better aim than a shooter,

Told your hoe to just suck up on my cock tip,

And my vision isn't set on the money i get

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Dip, go! tip toe into the mist, slow..

Sb horror pack monsters under my bed

Heck, his body turned to a speck