My warfare is mental, I do more damage with A pencil
Making dollars legal like daddy did, comprend amigo?
If wishes were fishes, we'd all cast nets
If money were honey, we'd all be stung
If greed were A need, we'd all be crushed
If fame were an aim, were set to lose
Scheming and dreaming, back in town new disk is beaming
Rhyming and stealing beats, taking the heat
I carry no weapon just said son, I pack no gun
There is no challenge have no equal
So many stories you gotta make A sequel
This is the end my friend
This is my friend the end