This is a song about "Torri my bestfriend"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

My cash effected, my brain insane,

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

These my rhymes and my story

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Sky high, iced out paradise

See my pain through my eyes,

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Haters in the crowd, if you see 'em point them out