"I was a crook by the train with that iron thing, concealed
Reachin, soon as I heard them iron wheels screechin
When it came to a halt whoever walked off got caught
Token man safe behind a locked door for sure
Minor theif shyt, minor league shyt, beastin
Lookin for the jux, young, but now we older chiefin
In my truck, play The Greatest Adventures of Slick Rick
Buggin on how his imagination was so sick
Its ghetto beef, sinister nikkas snicker through yellow teeth
Alchohol agin my nikkas faster than felonies
How dare I? Must be, somethin in the air that corrupts me
Look at my upkeep, owned and sublease
Im here yall"