Since we are busy having intercourse, we dine in. We don’t go out, we stay in bed yadayadayada. You get it, player shit. She eat my dick call it Chris Bosh lunch. This is continuing and odd theme of Miami related things. Rick Ross, Chris Bosh. Plus you know there was mad rumors Bosh was gay — so she eat’s my dick call it Chris Bosh lunch.
Then you have the ever-needed “PAUSE!”
I’ll be doing this until I’m dead and the bills gone. Only thing in life that is certain is taxes — hence “bills” — no not pills.
I’m too busy making this a real reason of why we ain’t speaking. Wasn’t there for the treatment, or the aborting, stuck in here recording, Dreaming of the things we want but ain’t affordin, I’m prayin' for my reign, while they’re praying for autumn (I don’t know)