- Expose the craft, first picks chosen in the draft. I don't flash, hoes love me cause I hold a stash. Known to blast, paramedics couldn't close the gash. Crabs wanna play me close and grab, can't believe you on the canvas, I'm just throwin' jabs. Where the powers you supposed to have? Hand in your soldier rag, you posin' bad, show your ass son, you won't last.