I lived in no time for a long time. Sometimes I wonder if the people I met were even real people or just demons. I definitely had sexual relations with a lot of these women. So were they all demons if I was in no time? When I search through my phone, I don’t even have their numbers anymore. What does it mean? I still have their pictures, though. I miss them. I miss talking to them. I don’t have anyone right now. All I have is my stories. I don’t even know these people’s real names. Is my whole life a conspiracy? Am I in a new universe now? Well, I’m in speedy gas now. The old universe is just inside a house. And now it’s just in a gold necklace. Not any of the gold necklaces I’m wearing. I have three. I have 10 rings, actually 12 rings, 12 rings and three necklaces. I think that counts as Three Six Mafia territory. You know it’s hard out here for a pimp. Trying to make ends meet. I’m trying to do a meet and greet. Trying to skeet, skeet, skeet. Trying to find the girl who makes my phone ring. Trying to find the girl who texts me all day. Trying to find the girl who loves me all day. Trying to find the girl who replies right away. Trying to find the girl who hits me back nonstop. Trying to find the girl who’s my controla. Trying to find the girl who makes my hotline bling. Trying to find the girl I wanna give a ring to. Trying to find the girl I wanna bring to my parents’ house to visit them and see them, and then we go back to my penthouse. Trying to find the girl I can take to a suite. Trying to find a girl I can do a meet and greet with Corleone. That would be so neat. Trying to find a girl I can marry at the Vat. Trying to marry a girl who doesn’t mind if I’m fat. Trying to find a girl who wants to get fat. Trying to find a girl who won’t hit me with a bat. Trying to find a girl who doesn’t mind when I sing, like Drake used to sing. Trying to find a girl who doesn’t mind when I rap like Drake used to rap. Trying to find a girl who doesn’t mind when I rap like crap. Trying to find a girl who doesn’t mind when I don’t do a sneak diss. Trying to find a girl who doesn’t mind when I take the piss out of a stupid motherfucker from Canada that I’m giving a shout-out to because he doesn’t even know double entendres. He doesn’t even know how double entendres work. All he knows is how to make a bitch twerk. All he knows is how to make her toes curl. But not my girl. He better not have hit that and sent it back to the pack. I wouldn’t like that. I might have to drop a pack on his ass if he even implied such a thing because I don’t like sneak disses. That ain’t my thing. I like upfront disses. Like, you talk about her again, I’m putting a rifle in your mouth and blowing your brains out.
Yeah, I’m a G, I’m a G. Hell yeah, FG, you know who I be. I know you like to rap, I know you like to sing songs too, but I’m wondering what that triple U, G, love U is all about, baby boo. Are you trying to sneak diss on me and my credit card receipts, or are you saying that he just spent the money to find the woman he loves, and that’s nothing for someone to talk shit about, you know? You think you’re above the rim, but you ain’t doing that three-pack thing, you ain’t doing that four-pack thing, you ain’t doing that five-pack thing, you ain’t doing that six-pack thing, you ain’t doing that seven-pack thing, you ain’t doing that eight-pack thing, you ain’t doing that nine-pack thing. You’re doing that 10-pack thing, and when you’re doing that 10-pack thing, I got a notorious clip for you. You might say, Hoody Hoo, you might say, Hoody Hoo, you might say, Southern Playalistic Cadillac music. You might say, Southern Playalistic Cadillac music, but then I’ll take you back, I’ll take you back to Spottie-Ottie-Dopealicious, I’ll take you back to Spottie-Ottie-Dopealicious, and you’ll be like, who’s playing that trumpet? Who’s playing that trumpet? And I’ll be, it’s like someone in the subway, someone in the subway, while she’s waving to the left, showing me that ass with those white high heels and that stripe down her side and that stripe across her breast, and I can’t stop looking and I can’t stop staring, and when she hides behind the pole, I know that she’s mine, and when she looks up at the window, I know that she’s mine. And the way she smiles and the way she claps her hands while the guy’s twirling around the subway stand, you know what it is. He’s wearing Chicago, he’s wearing White Sox, you know what it is when I know the Pope. Long live the trigger, said the Pope. Hoowa, long live the trigger, said the Pope. That’s just a Hoowa song, and that’s a Hoowa song. And Hoowa didn’t need to slide in the side door. He came up front with guns blazing nonstop. He came up blazing like the hotline was blinging. He came up blazing with the controla. He was tasting. He wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted her. Only her. He wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted her. He wanted only her. Who was she? She was the one with the vertical video that saved his heart when it was broken. She was the one with the codes in the video that made his heart mend, that mended his heart back to perfect. And then he came… They came through with the ones and twos, threes and fours, fives and sixes, so many sixes. You’d think it was mafia twitches. You’d think it was mafia snitches, but it wasn’t mafia snitches. They all got stitches. All the snitches got stitches, except for Hoowa, because he just brought down the corporations. He only snitched on corporations and some dumbfuck DO, dumbfuck doctors who didn’t deserve to have a medical license ever again after they did so much corruption and bullshit to steal money from the public, steal money from the taxpayers, steal money from Americans. That’s why they’re in federal prison now, and that’s why they’re about to get shanked. And you know when you get shanked in federal prison, it’s by someone doing life. But now that person who shanked you, when they go in their prison cell, it’s a whole new world, baby, because we’re in speedy gas, and you know what that is. If you’re in the mafia and you know what no time is, when you go in your cell, you’re in speedy gas. You’re welcome. You’re welcome. From one cellmate to another, you know what it is. When I got arrested for that spray paint, that’s why that Australian knows what a big knife looks like. Now where’s my big knife? Who stole my big knife? It better be CC, or I’m gonna be pissed, because I bought that shit for her, and if you stole it, you’re getting sliced and diced. You’re getting sliced and diced. And if you stole those samurai swords I bought for her, you’re getting sliced and diced. You’re getting sliced and diced. And those swords and knives are teleporting back to her place, and you can’t do shit about it, because I run the mafia with the full clip. I run the mafia, and it ain’t a blip. I ran the mafia for 10 million years, and I’ll run it again. for 10 million more, just so you know, each Faro was 10 million years, not one little bro. This is a message from Ramses Infinity to Hoowa, Ramses IV.