It's a buffer like she scuffed up a car Or Warren's Buffett's puffin' on some Florence

Funkin' Rob to a foreign fuck's in horse cuffin'

At the back door, fuckin' became the Ford Hardcore lovin', stuck in they Honda Accord

Fussin' bout how many blue jewels was on Blue's wrist, two chicks each arm

Plus another arm, two-headed music, this a mo' Voodoo to them bitches, since when it ended

They start whinin' and bitchin' what time is it time?

Doesn't exist when you fly, when you arrive It's party time, and when you leave is when

the party dies

No matter what it is, science gon' lie to you and tell you it ain't

It's snakes in the grass, cause they know where you stay

It's mo' emotion like your dreams when you runnin' away

You in a place where you can, but you know that you can't

It ain't work, but you coverin' this thing with paint

And it might not really go the way that you think

You could tie the rag if you like the paint

You know I been told you that you owe that back, well get it off you

All is well I came between like the apostle

That's like why go and tell the truth when you can preach the gospel