The beat, the sound is going on Before I was like "yo, man, what it is?" Dont ask it no more Cause all that I was dont know, I know Now I can mix some shit and pick some kicks to the Fruit Loops Thats low, I heard it some shit told me Ox I can't find second socks, but I sniff the cocs And I thought about my love, fuck her She knows my nose is cold, Im in a hall Keep my microphone and drope some bombs My own Paul Rosenberg is Ox He made some fuckin sounds to my box I remember those days when I was like the fox Red hair, and going with it to the tours Bitches loves, they better sucks Cause a lot of my albums goes to the tops And told em like Im boss Told em like Im boss