I once knew a ^!$$% whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen

He used to $#&@ movie stars and sniff !@%!e in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
^!$$% never had a father and his mom was a fiend

She put the pipe down, but every year she was sober
Her son's heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out selling bags in the projects

Checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect

He built a reputation 'cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn't hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real

You see me and ^!$$%s like this have never been equal
I don't project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles

So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto breed capitalistic mental

Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed