Dope Boy

hold up..wait a minute,
I am vicious, fittin to kill in,
cooking up keys like a fucking musician,
call me a dirty skillet,
I am in the kitchen with a dope vision,
for real man,
I got millions on the digits,
a few bitches I call my carrier pigeons,
as they prepare to pass over the pacific,
is that too specific?
fuck a witness,
and a judicial opinion,
I am not forgiving,
They can't put me in prison,
I'll split my spine before the verdict is written,
Pray to your religion I am out here getting mine,
I am on a fucking mission,
ambitious to put in the time,
I say I am fishing while I work this fucking grind,
they never know where to find me,
I may have lost my mind to my surroundings,
but if you are in need homie holla at me