This is a song about "Went to mc donalds saw a buff"

Or blaze a track up loud myself have to become a mc

Shit this life gets overwhelming and more then hectic

Give me a buff & i blind, optic prism to human eyes

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

My mom is all i have so it's never meet the parents

I went to it serving a sentence for murderin' instruments

If we wasn't so original, then we'd be criminal

I went away for a while to be honest i felt pitiful

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

Glad to be, a palatabley passing fucking great mc

But it seems like a scene outta flick

Believe what you see, a real mc

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

I tend to think he went on a fucking vacation