Yeah, Webby, Kato on the beat We walking around handing out free cd's to tearing it down on Skee TV You see whenever Webby's bringing a track, it's been cooked up by the best sh** i'm the f**ing Jesse Pinkman of rap I get these verses written quickly as your fingers will snap and stay faded Slurrin' words, spillin' drink's on my lap I keep my weed in gla** jars, spittin' mad bars High on trees like the lemurs down in madagascar I'm a f**ing rap star so don't try to act hard You'll get murdered on the mic and buried in my backyard So chi-chi get the yayo im trying to throw a party Cuz i seen these b**hes walking around Cali lookin' like barbies I'm trying to f** em' all so sorry i'm not sorry I'm on board, you watching the ride you damn carnies You know sick as folk every single f**ing word is dope Steppin out my chevy surrounded by all this purple smoke Banging older women, got these cougars gettin' down b For real how the f** you think your mother heard about me Yo this sh** is what the f** I do, you can run and tell DJ Skee While he's tearing sh** down on the 1's and 2's Bring the fire everywhere we be Cuz i'm a god damn monster and they know my name from L.A all the way back east So get used to my face cuz i know one thing, your all about to see a lot of me Yeah, mother f**er i've been doin this sh** man y'all just catching up Shout to Skee TV, Hip-Hop Nation Wud up