He would scare niggas like a blind date with a Johnson

Never saves up always flossing

He might as well go 2pac and start tossing

In all black

Making them ends through the trap, never getting caught because street smarts isn’t something he lacks

A blunt demeanor from his years in the backwoods

As a youngster never understood

Makes enough stacks but stays in the hood and that’s all good

An enigma to most niggas always wondering where he hid his figures

Reflecting off them like a mirror

Goes deep inside the game like Ms. Akira

Drops in the Visine to see them scheming clearer