Smoke that spliff buddy

So I was walking down Parramatta Road
Thinking shit it's hot, I've got a heavy load
When this guy up ahead starts actin jiggy
I was like what the f*ck is this gangsta's wiggy?
He was dressed in red and navy and white
With a Ralph Polo backpack, he was lookin for a fight
I noticed as I was approachin', a spliff from his lips was this hispter smokin'
And I thought to myself "geeze he ain't got troubles,
'Magine if the fuzz came, they'd fine him up doubles"

*insert musical doof doof interlude with gangsta hoes singing RnB back melody*

Then his act kinda got real shabby
The kind of schizz that could make a gal crabby
He starts going nuts outside the mirror store
Screamin' and dancin' but oh wait there's more
*Gangsta hoes say "woah oh" and "nah ah" in shock in background*
He starts chargin' at himself, well what he sees in dat mirror
The shopkeep, his patience is gettin and gettin thinner
As the Ralph Polo bruddah starts freakin' out
Dis mirror trip thing makes him scream and shout
Then he falls back trippin and 'most gets clipped by a bus
Drops his spliff in all da fuss
What a waste, yeah I know it, a half smoked rolly
But dat wigger almost ended up with da old man holy.
So think baby bruddahs before you smoke and you stroll
How dang'rous could be dat mirror store
Down at Parramatta Road
Uh huh.
Yeah.
Peace out to da walkers and the public transport users like! Wid love from da homie G'! Aiight!
*Gangsta hoes backtrack fades. Fin.*

I hope you got all that kids. Does it need clarification? Smoke pot while walking and freaking out outside a mirror store and you may get hit like a bus and look like a bigger fool than a white middle class girl trying to express herself through rap. Aiight.

Now I should get back to my real work. Just had to share the story with y'all.