just because im weird dont mean shit i got hood friends white friends singer friends rapper friends friends that draw friends that dance you name it i got it
'my wrist so cold i got pneumonia in my fist
'never had to whip a brick but i get the gist
'my wrist then turned so cold my arm got
'running nose i sell it for the high and get
'it for the low im book for all these shows
'i cook for these hoes