Nah, met dem in Naga
Yo, bop, you no see me a call
I got a skull pon the line, right now from Chicago
Dog, chop a bomb in nine years
In the ghost, and me buck him up here
Chop the line, jog, food, don't call the nine place
The coyote not change, just stand in nine ways
Dog, it's like me born for sin
Me make a mill and me go do it again
Nah, me alone pon the villa, me no call no friend
Me and it up the portal pon the ATM, yeah
Solo inna me room a pretty dark
And you know me no watch the media
Me still a bong, still a thief, boy