This is a song about "Dil ki khwahis mitaaein mita na sake"

Wake n' bake, for god's sake hoping this is all a dream

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

When i get my hands on nines

For sake of hype i break mikes

Na you ain't a faggot you just pop that bubbly

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Stay wide awake i do this for pete rocks sake

Fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid

I would fuckin cuss her, but na bruv allow her,

I can't throw no ones, only tens or better

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Nothing's gonna compare to the shit he's gone through for gods sake.

Uhh, can it be fatethat makes a sick muthafucka break

I got a dollar and a dream

For the sake of rhyme, throw in herb dean