Food for thought I like to eat a lot Of everything Mama bought I was a good kid Mama taught me a lot Disciplined Father and teachers Hit me a lot Eyes rouge That means stop Ice rouge When you put The cool aid in the Freezer Breath stinking Needa freezer Chicken And beer I'm like Luda Peaceful zeus Call me Buddha If I wasn't lazy Woulda coulda Shoulda been A football player Or basketball Player Throwing lay ups I'm re up Fill my cup Witcha tears Crocodile Praying to God I never die That's why I think He don't Answer my Prayers Asking Him Things He won't do So stubborn December 19th Day I was born In A g o-go Somewhere in The Gold Coast Check my DNA Years ago I had Hair like Kid I did Lot of sh** till Music hit me Since then Nothing can break me 11 o clock Can I have a break All I want is to Be great Come to ya crib Ask ya chick to Fix me a plate Maybe a sandwich Sometimes I wish You were still here And you still care Obamacare k** you like Osama Don't want no drama Rest in peace my grandma Rest in peace my grandma Ne me quitte pas Mama's last words ASTORIA is up next (Ne me quitte pas) Are my last words to you NINA