tell me wuts ya mo-tive, my pain deep just like the ocean, my downfall, they keep on hoping, stay riding around wit them ratchets wit them attachments ima scope em stay claimin that he fuck wit me ok well nigga i aint notice , u wasnt one of them niggas i was on the court with but anyway how the hell me or my family hoes, when yo homie runnin from lil bro dropping his baby on the floor,these niggas pussy and they kno it, they aint shit without they bro, me and my niggas one deep types thatll even the sco , u keep playing yo ass gone be leakin on the porch niggas klaimin they want smoke ima smoke u like my blunt and ima do it wit no remorse and playin with me is like ice to a torch nigga ima burn u turn ya face to toast thats wut u get for all that boastin