(Open-Verse)
No diss no props
No problems, no drama
I'm just used to making commas
But instead I'm in a saga
Last album for me, then let me be
Every single day was a struggle, man I took that heat
Ron was always by my side, now I can't take the beet
It's always summer in the winter time
God Atlanta had no sheets
No ice, if was, then worth price
All nice, new Hummer, lil Tony
Was always right