[Verse 1: AZ]

What y'all know about real cashin' and topless Jags

Doing 80 on the Ave. goin' on the cop some hash

Stash box, no more air bags, just pop the dash

Got them things with the sling hammer to cop them bath

Slouch down in the bucket seats, real discreet

Ice grillin', like fuck it I'm too real to speak, so suck it in

Denim down with the Chuck and Timbs

Fitted cap, so y'all can get it that I'm hustlin'

I'm a Mr. Queen Mohanin', Kurt Cobain

So if you thinkin' too hard, you gon' hurt your brain

From snortin', my feelings is as cold as my chain

AZ, it's the angels that chose my name

For the return, it's the second coming, left my woman

Had to recoup from all the stress and reckless runnin'

See the beats don't stop, when the heat don't pop

All it means is that I'm low 'til I see and drop

It's on...