I reek of cohiba smoke and island breeze
Aromatherapy Massage oil and chlorine
Pardon me
I'm just setting scene
I’m at the head of big W's
Tolzine....
Hold on I'm more accurate when I’m zone reading
Don' badger me boy I'm outchea eating

Catch me smiling
Chakaras balanced
Ya'll see me laughing
They saying Time is money
I'm hour glass grasping
Sheesh
She say them new heels hurt her feet
New ballroom gown and
She Eartha Kitt underneath

Mark us for greatness
Let me bring back that statement
I think it's Strange how you play dick head
And end up in a box
I know.. shit is crazy ain't it
I know well let me Boomerang it..
Oh n***as really missed that statement?
Marcus, Strange, and Elloise.. shit is too ease
Cease talking no commas in ya offerings
It's a different jingle when ya’ll hear these car keys
Ya plane’s missing a chef
Chicken and quinoa pose' to play the king I
Hit the tarmac wearing my own shit
This sewn shit
No novelist
We don’t call it 50 Shades
New whip and chain no BDSM
That's Balmain leather? Nah, it's PRPS.. yeah
The gold swing from collarbone
Text on phone like baby hit me when you hit JFK right?
It's taboo she look so Sade like, gave me brains all over the whip
I’m JFK like, thatmakes her something like Jackie O
It all depends, fat ass no fair skin
I know ya'll been asking Maaly where ya been, me thinks it's evident, I been sharpening the pen…