Fresh out the boat with a little bit of magic

Action shot, flicking with some passing thots

Massive flocks wrap around me, bet I won't miss Asher Roth

Aiming but my assisting off

Heat to your face shit blazing like a flaming monk

Eating Cajun with some maidens they getting ready to give fellation to a brazen hunk

Never mess with a craven unless I'm on a hunt

You boys active and flagrant I'm raving to get you stumped

I'm from the city full of charms

Streets where Flaccos work to get you wrung

I don't even know where I be, the grief left me stung

Crippled, fickle and holding stumps

Remember, poverty's the custom where I'm from

Couldn't imagine tragedies got you eager to earn a sum

Some of y'all should be in the dirt that's my way of vindicating the holy one

That's word to my native land, word to my sun

Kinich said he proud of me, he put the soul in my blunt