know this mind im not ok but i grind i aint lookin for no shrine there aint nobody in this world really kind so mutch sin in this world verry litle kinute i tell her hurry up she says gimmie a minute so much money im talkin six digets in my i see these siluhets carry my Glock there is to many threats im talkin its get red thats what my bitch ass said its walkin on a bridge made out of threads we aint have bed spreads its gettin as ugly as Kodak's dreads