Something that of Pac
Something that of Douglass
Something that of love
Something that shows what a hug is
Something that of Bes
Something that of O’Connor
Something that allows you to rest
Something that saves you when you’re goner


92 is when I’m documented
Think about the statements
And the defense they were spending
I’m bending like as if I was the Avatar
They fiending for P’soy
They fiending for Blackjack
Funny what I can do with a pack of cards
Back the car
But I hope it don’t hit it a curb
A flat tire
An oil check
Low tire pressure
Is what they deserve
I’m only as apologetic
As what I find appalling
The stars calling
The stars are aligning
But under the starlights
You don’t see any of them balling
Is the King in front of a servant stalling
I’m recalling
Days of summer spent with Shalom
Days of winter spent with Shannon
Days of playing with Patrick Mahomes
Days of blasting through the cannon

2018 is when I was reborn
The weekend of Memorial
They say you only make them tunes
They be dying to see me conduct a choreo
I’m like an Oreo
Got a layer of cookies and a layer of cream
Funny what the naysayers said back then
But can’t say now of what I made of my dream
I redeem
Things that are redeemable
Only a fool chooses a lofty goal
I speak to the soul of Funchness
And I know Dorito Taco Loco got a taste of crunchiness
But what is to make of the darkness
What is to make of those feeling sparkless
Cause sparknotes told me of what should be noted
And I remember when the kids used to say, “Moted”
And if I sugar coat it
How am I any different from an imitation
92 they shunned but in 2018 they champion
The persuasion