This is a song about "Simon honeydew"

Drizzle it wit flavourings of the highest quality

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

Your bullet points so hollow they could probably pierce body armor

Melting pennies an painting copper ill sell my soul if you give the dollar

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Drop rhymes, no mental constipation

Painting pictures with your caucus, satanic ways, venom in my blood acid in my brain

Niggas, little niggas doing it big, know what i'm saying, y'all niggas 40 and shit still in the game

I never crack i got that chap stick

All this whilst you dribbling on some guys dick...

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Know the niggas quick to spit they actors

Okay man you do the drop

Let me see you walk