"Got a Kreyol chick that loves to muse she my Praline lady
She as sweet as the Kreyòl candy "Plezi a se wa w la kounye a ale tèt epi pentire m ti bebe"
I hear them New York Galleries talkin like they gonna D.O.A. me
Go head jump in that Swamp promise there's Gator's waiting
Artists think they my competition, they all be thinking lies
Paparazzi like some Nazi
Pop your posse like some spies
I used to look around me like "it's probably you that hate me"
Now I open up them art supplies and it starts illuminating
Do your damage do it talk your talk and mutilate me
Gods talks, me and Baron always communicating
I know you're probably thinkin why Mala talkin all that trash?
I built my panels in the crib as big as Carlton's dad's"
