Have I told you that I'm suicidal? You don't know me very well. You stuck in the cycle. Tryna come up with conclusion. Fuck all your opinions. Like MLB. I'm tryna make it through all of these innings. But you can't see me clearly do you? Better check ya lenses. I'm like Ray Charles. I maybe blind. But I can count ya census. You tryna hug me but you really need to go and practice. You tryna touch me but unfortunately I'm like a cactus. I wouldn't try to get my rap on. Did you peep that actress? Will send ya girl all through a movie shoot. The place? A mattress. I wasn't born last night. So quit all that cappin. Call me UPS or FedEx. Bitch I'm steady packin. An we not packin boxes. Packin pistols. Blow ya whistle. I blow ya candle. Shit so easy. Man it be so simple. She so pretty in the face. Look at all her dimples. You seen the worst of em all. Yeah this trick got pimples. I am Gunski Gunna. Jiffy. Butter. Make that bread. Hit the blunt. Leave em on pause. Looking dead. I hit rewind. Then I press play. Hit fast forward. Want to be a point guard. You a power forward. Send you up. I maybe right behind you. Devilish. You praying to the wrong person. Bitch don't blow me kiss. She tried to be so damn genuine. You feminine. Ain't no kin to me or friend of mine. No dividend.