Untitled Song

days spent blazing in the ghetto

barely had money for cornetto

now im hood rich you know i stack my dough

something like a pizza buisness

call it that dominoes

im getting that chedda call it mozarella

im not black no im a honkey fella

end of spliff ash something like cinderella

lemme spit about the ends

would you ride for it if your life depends

keep it underground like your body in a burial mound

off load the cartridge ,youl get shot up somting like a partridge

eat your skin your flesh your catridge