Ocean

My Money green like Piccolo's skin

Turning straw to gold like Rumpelstiltskin

Writing on the phone, threw my old pen

Ran out of ink now let that sink in

No typo, that's ever again!

That's tough like Birdie in Above The Rim

But you'll never catch me slipping how they get him in the end!

I'm off in the palisades, behind the fence

Whole lotta shit talking but they never made a dent

Besides I can't make out what you meant

Cuz you don't know me like that, yeah, get bent!

You break like a plastic spoon in arguments