Through the man's mind, God He see his elevation, God See through his mind, he see his elevation, God Because this where he begin to know that where he come from Billy D Stro, too much like a pimp Tomahawkin' and Morten, million dollar strip Million dollar motherfuckers, not a red cent It don't make no damn sense, how this hard money spent Easy (for what?) For dead presidents Dead mo'fuckers, dead on your residence Dead on the rival, you been dead ever since Dead man walkin', get a dead wrong limp I'm dead ass serious, serious as shit Serious as a heart attack, serious as chips Like you been helding it down, showing me what's up Nah what I'm saying, I got the butterfly all up on my chest You know what I'm saying And I know we gon' get it together no matter what So we gon' eat right now, we gon' chill for a minute Do whatever we got to do, get our lil' dance on And after that, boom Nigga, you done lost your marbles