the YG t-3, to terminate ur grid.

With the cinnamon, censorship, these are loose lips...

This server 18+, no grandpa's dust, and lust ain't ur thang.

To plank doesn't mean ur stiff, when the chips are down.

Now back to the basics, ur blind, you seein double with ur four eyes.

That's how far it goes, the Mo Town Flow, and now it's Boys II Men?

When it was a Few Good Men, the ten o'clock on the dot. Now that's the dot.com.

Another somber moment for you at the sound of the gong, now we long gone...