95th Street Product

Two hands on the wheel, going 95 down Burbon Street

While everybody swerving, I'm merging lanes with the urgency

Head out the window, I'm screaming like an emergency

I'm bout to kill the beat, then revive it, during the surgery

Murder she wrote, if she only she had the courtesy

But this ain't on display for the public, only for her to see

Butterflies filling my stomach up with uncertainty

Haters never speak out loud, they just go murmuring

I do this for the kids who's inspiration is furthering

You can have it your way fasho, not just at Burger King

Can you identify another guy with these benefits

His swagger super fly, dissect a rhyme over instruments