Coming Back

So i'd thought i'd come back with some fresh new rhymes,
explain these new times,
the new money the new dimes,
the the nice hunny's, my new minds,
lately,
just keepin up been crazy,
been kinda lazy, on the music shit,
but i can still rhyme one with two still cant fuck wit it,
but my flows been excellent,
but my moms hubcaps are still hella bent,
and I'm about to represent what hornby's sent,
to the cement,
from rhyming like 50 cent,
to my sports tournaments,
fallin to drugs? naw im still with PG content,
i mean like the letter that my dad sent, is what i meant,
back in the pen, so i worry bout rent,
and its hard, he likes to vent,
and when i read phrase after phrase,
i'm thinkin love musta got his through this maze,
through out the days,
I'm just thinkin of ways,
of how we never seize to amaze,
bit at least it pays,
with my Compaq,
i got contact,
to the world with my blogger and Facebook chat,
or how ever we pronounce,
the new word for being bounced,
but peoples of the world its time to announce,
the one all time winner or rap,
well i mean back to the money gotta focus on that,
gotta take out all this money and be grand,
on the bar do a grand slam,
be the shamwow guy, god dam,
is he fly? is he lost? will he die? he the boss?
nobody knows i just rep like rick ross,
frustrating i make women cross,
what i can i say its the one and only B.I.G Joss