I'm fly as ever in the day , spend my mail see me go ,
I'm steady pimpin while ya foul acts get checked like a UFO ,
I cock rugers blastin thick hollows at ya chest until your deceased ,
My rule is heavy cuz I got these peon's payin tithes at my feet , (tithes or ties)
I roll high satisfied wit the sky , feelin large how I'm livin ,
Like a farmer , I'mma start "choppin" fast at these "chickens" ,
I'll invade your sleep wit army weapons inside of ya dreams ,
You don't want problems cuz I fix more "beef" than "Burger King"