I'm a pretty bitch up a Scotiabank, I'ma tell her
So I'ma buy 33 a scale, I live for killer
From Grand Spain with a Mac, when ya
Speedy enemy, dem inna bad weather
And a beer top class, gal dia not sell a joshie
Signal a brick like antenna
You see dem come here with the fighting
When me fly in like a kiting
Never really go to church
But something bout me feel a 19
And all the pain dem weh me express na me writing
Make the darkness a takeover
Like me get rid of the lighting
Come on man, I've couple druggist friends
Weh countries extraditing
Me just feel like sem a banger
I'm some leech, he thought the right thing