Flyin’ over the track gotta hurry an’ get on back

Those girls be whack but that one is stacked.

Got distracted by her and got a lil’ bit of swerve

I wasn’t skirred and kept my damn nerve.

My ego writes checks that my butt can’t cash.

Gonna totally keep it gangsta until I totally crash.

The wingtip be broke but now I’m woke—

Like Flave done spoke, 911's nothin’ but a joke.