This is a song about "Lost and found is you original home"

Yet all you do is stay home, beat your dick, and sit

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

You need to be original

Got to the end of the tunnel

Az is my home and love the heat

I keep my money neat

Found a peaceful home with my poetry and music

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Although our language is original

Now that's six cops found on that ground

Tossed n' lost in the lost and found.

Yo quiero the cash that's not yet lost or found

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around