In the casino playing poker All my friend’s moved to Boca I’m smoking a pack a day and drinking Diet Coca Cola. My wife her breasts are saggy All she ever does is nag me I wear my pants to my stomach These kids today wear it saggy I bump Frank Sinatra I’m eating bagels with lox While I’m reading about the stocks And I’m wearing some knee socks I got no hair on my head And the carpets match the drapes I’m so awesome and my coffin is preordered just in case I’m a rapping old while man Dentures on my nightstand I know that my wife is so sick of the S** V****A up my right hand Been rapping for a century Mentally so ahead of these rappers I got the recipe For destiny so rest in peace Suicidal bars like the thoughts in my mind I got these Rolex dreams but im just lost in the time But often you’ll find That I’m on my grind still pockets empty Put the semi automatic to my brain and let’s get busy V****A don’t even work I’m going berserk When I pop a couple for the troubles all my struggles seem to get worse Everytime I breathe it just hurts What’s my life even worth I feel like talking to God in a Temple, Mosque or a Church I don’t really care just need answers Because cancerous thoughts are dancing All around my damn subconscious I’m positive that my passion for rapping might be decreasing Being deceased is better than what I’m going through Holding in these emotions I’m bleeding