 Before I took off, I had to pray to fly. My faith and I, I keep one eye open. I'm the black Jack Sparrow, the God in the details. I rap that thorough and listen to women and give them biofeedback. They need that and still lay pipe like three stacks. Over these tracks, I relapse like a dope fiend sprinter who's talking about snow, but he don't mean winter. The sun shines again. What's due is all praises. Spit bars get my people out of cages. Winter, bro.