She was craving the third leg I could see with my third eye all my **** in Jersey cake off the turnpike ridin dirty what you mistake for a dirt bike shit on the Pindle ave them **** was ridin dirt bikes pit fights dice games on the corner throughout the midnight with a package of white you’ll surely get right Ms Shirley with curly sues those were my early views surburban dudes from Jerz outside of New York City when take the poppy for copin them grams probably my favorite hobby blazing that same color mahogany be careful cause them bitches run game it’s a stage robbery they owned us as slaves you get locked then ya state property engage in conversation while holding the gage properly Trench Coat Mafia once I lift up the sleeve then start poppin ya all you’ll see was shots burst so please don’t make a mockery quick to kill a mockingbird