You never knew how to make dollars You couldn't make orders at a drive-through McDonald's I was fly at the Apollo with black Jason, '89 with a bottle Jealous of Jason, dark green seven forty no tint Rollie on wrist, gleamin' he rock the baldy Used to ride with him to Brooklyn, louis, and hallsey Cop chocolate tie, burnin' style and burn it down Got hype in the federal joint, verdict out 20 years gettin' money in the dirty south That's alleged, you see my nigga's a stand up dude So I'm yellin' free my nigga My nephew