Getting my Kendrick Lamar on.

But i ain't Swimming Pools, wishing I had

Money Trees and Poetic Justice braids in my head.

Wishing Pak was alive so we could make out by the beach.

Please, someone find my pills...

Ridelin, me this and riddle me that.

Impact my heart and then leave.

Split, bananas, how do you spell mischief?

I wish i could dish out a Snappy Chat, but I can't.

Crap, what is that? Oh, there's my pills.

Back to reality...