Mood:  chillin'

As i take a pull from dis congac cigar...

i gaze into da sky and dream of going far...

i wish for better days,in better places of dis world....

i wish for a wife, children, diamonds, and pearls...

i hope for the treasures in life die from old age...ya feel me

not by the gun or knife...

i hope to pass high school,college and all my spiritual test.s...

to reach the top in life....not to act better than the rest...

but you know be one of the best...

Mood:  down

people say i aint gone be shit....

 cuz i blow deze trees

and sip dis liq....

but dey dont know the half....

one day ima show em

 and i may so and may not still  be blowwin...

but you know what ima tell em...

kiss my ass...

Mood:  irritated

youse a capital letter BITCH always got somethin to say bout a nigga but you yo self aint shit...

every word you say is made to put a nigga downcant make it in dis world wit people of yo character round...

pressin a nigga hard tryna leave a nigga scarred, envy in yo heart, break and tear a nigga apart

so until you get right stay the fuck out my sight or be sure to catch a bullet in yo ass

believe dis hype or be dead by tonight and deze emotions aint gone pass