Someone said there’s levels to this shit, naw son, there’s layers to this shit. Don’t judge a book by its cover. What you see ain’t what you get. We out here shattering the norm on what’s regular, ya dig?
“3:36 in the morning
Location, a drug infested area, Portland, Oregon
What am I doing? Standing on an unidentified corner
With a Latin individual, corn rows, SB dunks
All sorts of a felony in his waste
But who are you?”