This is a song about "I got a picture of me and a sony tv and a funky stereo"

Wittier than any nigga, sicker then a wino kidney liver

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Watchin' me when i stiff on them like a photo funky

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

All i can say is... that was a funky shit

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

So ill leave after i spit a bit of some funky shit,

Paint a faint picture of a saint and repaint with a richer mixture of framed fame

Y'all all loafin goin through the motion hit me on the rock don't drop no cocaine

Itches for bitches. you fags think its all a game till i walk in and say picture

Hightalking back to the screen drinkin' liquorhavin' big dreams of gettin' richer

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

And it's a fact, i got a million of them posses