This the brabble-bot antagonist, asking if he can blab with them, opposed your daughters abstinence, crafting the caused catalyst

Walking cats and leaving dogs in the house, because he's so rebellious, cold he's thawing out

He's at his vertex level speaking mind-wise

He's that hi6h guy, hi6h class, who is that, Mr. armed dagger and a shaft in his knapsack

Not selling crack on the streets of Boston with some Randy Moss autographed cards and ripped socks on

Saving up to purchase new pairs, despite the lousy fact that he's plotting inside his lair

Very villainous, flow so venomous, venting to his friends about his over posed enemies

Causing remedies, knowing he'll regret, and managing a clan of goons only inquires stress

Nigga, what makes happiness, if chasing dreams is really what it seems, it makes happiness

But Mr. Class only agree with half of this, cause you ain't gotta only chase your dreams, you gotta grab the shit