Dedication - CACO

Let me tell you 'bout the biggest blessin' inside of my life

When I was younger

I always thought he was kind of uptight

But

Now I realize that he’s the best thing to happen

Ever since I started rappin'

He’s been right there just dispatchin'

All of this love and support

I couldn’t ask him for more

But if I did he’d probably give it to me

Damn, what a sport

He’s the youngest of 5

But I don’t see nobody wiser than him

Heart full of gold and the cheekiest grin (come on)

My chubby bunny

My best friend

This sucker’s known for givin' nothing less than

His best on

Any given task at hand

He’ll turn a prison into Azkaban

Always a blast my man (come on)

Yeah I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Homie you my remedy

I said, I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Writing this song I was smiling like Mozzarella cheese

But it don’t stop there

This guy is top tier

It’s not fair

This motherfucker can drop dead

And still be the life of the party

Homie I am just starting

Too many things to say about him, man

I’d get exhausted

So let me cut to the chase

He ain’t no fuckin' mistake

I’m in love with his face

Can’t get enough of his grace

Too generous

Dude is truly heaven sent

Mood refuses pessimists

Lose but choose to never quit (Uh)

He’s like the epitome of a God send

If you got a problem

He’ll try his best to solve 'em

Whip you up an omelette

Sit you down and tell you not to worry about nothin'

Damn, this kid is awesome

And that’s why (that's why)

I love him so much

I’m not religious but I know that he comes from above

Yeah that’s why (that's why)

I love him so much

Not religious but I know that he comes from above

Yeah I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Homie you my remedy

I said, I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Writing this song I was smiling like Mozzarella cheese

«Yo Maxim, um, you remember that time we were in Primary and, uh,

you somehow got us BB guns?

And, um, I thought mine was unloaded,

so I shot you in the face with it but, um, there was actually a bullet and it

hit your eye.

Uhh.

I’m still sorry for that.»

Yeah I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Homie you my remedy

I said, I ain’t good with the melodies

You know that ain’t my specialty

But I hope that you feelin' me

Writing this song I was smiling like Mozzarella cheese