hey man, what the fuck you think you know do you realy think just because you call me bro you have some sorta idea about the shit I have to do you have some nerve, but no idea what I been through the rivers of shit I've waded through look, homie I ain't got a motha fuckin thing to prove to you you weren't there with a finger on the trigger watching my back you wasnt a real brother let alone a father figga, you ain't care bout me like that matter of fact you weren't there unless you needed a reup on your bag or someone to grip the click so get up off my dick when you was scared them cats were out for blood who the hitter you called to hit em hard, yeah cuz I remember all that crud look here bruh you know crow goes ham and it's over fuck hittin fences I'm hittin cribs with the mini 14 and the big 16 hitt a lick? I'm hittin dead and center leavin a lead splinter in the wigs whackin em, stackin em puffin a jack a clutching a smoking cig turn your back on me again it's the end not just exposure of all your lies its over, full disclosure I'm disposing your disguise look, cuz, now they gone know why now it's you they gone dispise now it's you they gonna question now's it's you they hatred gonna be addressin now it's you who's gonna be stressing moving month to month afraid to death they find the new address shiverin in your boots shrivelin up your roots just one more sorry excuse with not a shred of proof you would know the truth it it showed up like poof so, uh, fuck ya I, c, u, and it's the ICU my heart straight icy dude