The way the first verse of JFK climaxes
Assassinate the look - murdering the gown,
Fashion-Killa, the body dipped in brown.
Get the picture, nobody fit the crown,
She’s the winner, (in) The lobby with a smile!
Jet black weave bout the length of a mile,
jet black feet while i clever craft styles.
Miss i’ll flip this and dip-dip twaow!
Miss, i been this, you must’ve missed out.
Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out…
His Girl pressed, now behave, calm down.
