Hol' up & peep game as I roll up

It's the West, nigga I don't need signs to throw up

Stunt City. City of Envious Angels where streets show no pity

Blunt City...Bang with the wettest of the Chitty, lookin in my eyes with a painted on dress, damn near see-through

Stunt City...Everybody gotta be seen on the scene / posted in the whip 1 hand gripping the wheel...Body on lean...Creepin at a low speed, no speed-through

See it on tv then try your best to make believe this shits REAL / Follow this, Tweet that...
"Cuz where the HOES at?" Sure to get chu mass appeal.

"Two miles an hour, so everybody see you"

Conflicted about the contradiction I'm facin...My minds racin but the herb got my body moving at a slow pace and...

Wondering just how exactly about this situation I was placed in

It's a constant struggle, mouth muzzled when I'm with the crew cuz I know if I spoke my thoughts I'd have my mans & 'nem puzzled / Even with the sound muffled, I got a knack to attract tracks / Straight body the shit & leave the body duffle'd

Fighting to remain sane, each night is different, yet the dream remains the same / Hunger & pain run through my brain making up the mainframe of the man who holds steady a mic in his hand / Quite simple and plain I love the "life" yet stay complacent in the dull & mundane.

The versus of a man.

Who will win this campaign.