Mona, Mona Lisa

[SAM-i-EL]

When talk was cheap, to creep, this is her.

But we no need, she inherits the fur, but mine inherits ice.

Or the GoldLink, more like the Lox, this is what it feels like to be on top.

And to chop up the block, the red bone mami, this her hour, this the gold showers.

When the flower that blooms, ur girl in a rut, a squirell w/o a nut, now time to ground.

With her root that is tangled, the lone ranger, so this the Wild, Wild West?

So urs and mine is back to back, no Turtles in Time, now who is the Hare?

Now the Mayor of NY that looks to shine, so mine's the enforcer.

To roll up in a Rolls Royce, this is her choice, so I back it up.

And ur girl is chicken shit, she clucks, she knucks when mine bucks, time to settle the score.

Matthew 7:6

Tree of Life Version

⁶ “Do not give what is holy to dogs or throw your pearls before pigs; otherwise they will trample them under their feet, then turn and rip you to shreds