I'm heard like the sea on my hood, call me the champion. They say we wallyed out in these streets for popping cannons and that heat pillar put him in sleep like popmanian. rappers have panic attacks, go pop a zanny, we pop a bang when in you ad for pop your family. Oh block well and you not make you a fan again. Turn around like two pocks, spit it right at the camera man man, man no strings, no man I simply think a cuckat is not bowl summer then touch a ten tablespoons and roll out the sieve and vuelta is the beauty called me.