Gold Thongs

He was a criminal soldier
his mind state was much colder
his lyrics never got older
vision oz.'s and boulders
no love for haters
and loafers

kamikaze type roller
cannon strap to his shoulder
preying on cars
stock holders and brokers
horse power and motors
glass tables that's covered
with coasters
hanging off rims
and dunking in posters

Nike shoes drugs
and gold gloves
Cain spilt out on white rugs
it's gone
the matrix
encounter the final wrong
and destroy him
short and long
and then march out
composing a song
with beautiful girls in high heels 
and gold thongs