I'll slow roast ya, got no holster
I smoke goody, no glaucoma.
Emotions in this game run deep so before these haters kill me in my sleep I'd like to say, it's been a pleasure.
Couple of artists got words for me, that's never fun. They say it's on when they see me, that day don't ever come.
My dreams are who I'm racin wit but you can see I'm pacin it so that I'm always chasin it.
They take the greats from the past and compare us. I wonder if they'd ever survive in this era. In a time where it's recreation, to pull all your skeletons out the closet like Halloween decorations.