From a cell to a jet call it Con-Air
We are not the same, I am a martian.
Keep your mouth closed, and let your eyes listen.
Ok you want me up in a cage, then I'll come out in beast mode.
When i started flirting with the hustle, failure became my ex, now I'm engaged to the game and married to success.
I don't want to be understood because if people understand me, they get tired of me.