Terror Wrist

[MAKING OF THE BEAT by DJA] [Verse 1] All my friends are black, but my wives are white All the syrup in my Slice, more ice than a Klondike, bar I see stars, I see ménage à trois My car landed in on Mars, my hash cigar Looks darker than tar, darker than an abyss Darker than a midnight fist, darker than a black hole mixed With a galaxy gap, ducked off in a safe duct tape to an Arabian stick shift I don't have a fever, but my flows are sick In my parking spot, I'm in the parking lot, in public My bank account accumulates money quick My bank accountant speaks Arabic, nothing to play Your number's already been erased, nothing to say I'm sitting sideways at a Chinese buffet Swangin' through Saint Tropez, I done poured a four in my cherry marmalade Riff