P’s and G’s
For all the little things and blings, that might be upon our minds. I do know that we chill and ting, so what’s tha bother with dime. All these things upon ma debt, ma shoulders are weak and tied. My slavery to you, is now the option, because the chains are buckled, you lied.
Cheers for the feudal state of mind, you the debt lords, you stinkin’ roaches. We gon get you back when communism is the state of anticipation. Oh wait, we’re already built on a socialist state, as all my property is tied to the nation.