I get on with life as a rapper;
I'm a chilled kinda person.
I like skateboarding on Sundays;
I like football in the week.
I like to unite with my boys.
But when I start to daydream,
My mind turns straight to chics.
I'm not too fond of snitching;
I really hate fighting,
But I just think back to chics,
And I'm happy once again.
Sometimes I look at myself and I look in my eyes,
I notice the way I think about chics with a smile,
Curved lips I just can't disguise.
But I think it's my mates making my life worthwhile.

Why is it so hard for me to decide which I like more?
My mates or...Chics?
I just can't decide.