This is a song about "The per"

And this is only the second of eleven mics i'm wreckin' per second

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

Dial the humidifier, arrange the amplifier/

Stand out here fight over quarterswhile i walked inside the diner

A role bought for 5 nickles per hour, a sicko eating out a quarter-pounder's girth

One less hungry mouth on the welfare!"first ship em dope and let em deal to brothers

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

12 people per jury, ain't no mistakin'

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

I tell em "honey, i no cher" i'm so sunny

A criminal grind nigga

I bring the heat like the

The ink spilling at 2 words per second

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt