The Eye of Whorus

Uh While the champagne corks blow (pop that) I make a hoe walk stroller, there's corns on her toes I got these whores throats in a strong hold That's word to Chief Jay Strongbow I feel like Horus in all this gold What I look like snorting blow, the raw don't soften the blow So much snow I should have brought my 40 belows Made San Diego look like Buffalo Still rock the Gucci bucket low Stuff the duffle, it won't close Spilling hundos My humble abode once belong to Dutch Schultz Coke up to my elbows I still own the elephant mans bones Rare stones make my hands look like Thanos You disappear into thin air, ho (vanish) The clip on the hammer look like a platano (banana) I ain't plannin' to go, I'm preparing for the smoke As long as it's air in my nose, I'ma steer the Rolls Bitch can't roll, is she scared of ghosts? Vamos Baby I am the goat, I get paid to stand here and gloat (I do) Rather handsomely might I quote Ugh Check the business motto The Ferragamo's came with a biscuit like the chicken combo Always gotta watch for the guy behind you in a Tahoe He might wanna try to pop you like Vinny Blanco He from the Bronx, yo The drama left your old lady heart broke I read about the horror show in my horoscope Rifle with a whore in the scope I should've been CEO with Interscope Still I'm impressed with the end result Bitch you need to come and see for yourself Smell me Marci Just make sure the coke fire Told the jeweler cut some links and bring the gold higher He won't shoot it, he hotheaded, he Ghost Rider Send 'em through yo shit like Robin Givens with the old iron Swingin', fork in the glass pot clinkin' Holdin' a boat, they ship sinkin' (they shit sinkin!) I make one brick two without blinkin' They was sleepin' now I got 'em rethinkin' shit (haha!) I need my own holiday: powder day Bumped into the homie, said he think the feds on to me I told him you should worry 'bout some different shit honestly Like why your Jesus piece look like Matthew McConaughey I got 'em studying the dribble Reasonable Drought - classic, shoulda went triple I really had the doors off the rental Poured the dog food in a bowl and took the chains off the kennel My notebook worth a million but the ink is separate They shot him with his jewelry on and let him keep his necklace (brrt) I don't blame him, his big homie ain't give him direction And if the shepherd is a sucker, then the sheep reflect it Woo I hear niggas sayin' they made Stove No way (ha-Ha) Alone in the middle of a ruckus crowd. Drinks are flowing food is being devastated The music is loud, The lights are low I'm dressed in the latest fashions, my hair styled to perfection I have a big car, an expensive wardrobe, a luxury apartment I travel, I spend I lead what is known as The good life I know many people, I'll have many women Why do I feel like a traveler, in a land of strangers?