9 months in this gut, what the fuck
I wish moms’d hurry up so I could get buck
wild, juvenile rippin’ mics and shit
Queens New York, ready for the likes of this, uh
Then came the worst date, April 15th
2:19, that’s when my momma water burst
No spouse in the house so she rode for self
to the…

aaaah i smell you! but then my sophomore year around the time i met you
back when sole’s ran a niggas soul
didnt take much longer till we was smokin hella bud, lettin out hits like a blow hole
this is just another year goin by shit couldnt come much quicker,
only proves that our friendship couldnt get much thicker.

happy birthday pussy.