I live on First and Home

My imagination up to bat

And it clicked all around, past national bounds

But baby I stopped at First, And burnt the rest of that map

Im real so you can ride me deeper through fact

To the heat of a dessert that you know is my trap

Or the honey cloud

Where esploding walls of bursting citric juices and suction vowed

As insertion again and again leave that pussy plowed, mouthed and tossed around

Home run with the crown

So you can clap to your man,

God gave me a rock to crush and sprinkle like sand

Then finally kill like a dad

Go to court and raise my right hand

Sell a cd for like a million at half

Maybe she locked me up to throw a card and forget

I remember deeper thoughts growin hard

Money calling me, private and collect

Now every month I see a check, so place yuh bet

I live, eat, breathe, and drink success

Now I write to reflect