been the hood figgure u got a bigger ego than ya should come around fresno we cut u and since u say ya lit burn ya like wood ash to dust dusk to dawn fresno held shit down from bay to la hit that 99 splitting traffic burning rings traffic honking but it aint a thang these bois need a sit bench and watch how i do it been playing shooting 3rees n smoking bitches who dry snitchin soul catchin get ya claped cuz my town what goes around gets found and shot up with no case take ya to vegas in a desseret grave where ull stay make hits not even paid still rap and say my name evan b so u keep it out ya mouth or get hit with my thang what thang i cant really say cuz them feds on my case cuz my paper stack and dont fit no safe peace