i go non stop around the clock i pack a glock but for reaI I prefer a chop witta a stock that'll knock you from a block knock off your socks then double back and spin the block, but why for, just to make sure you shot and if not I'll walk up on you dead or not these bullets hot lead metling off your topp, now thats the plot so Fuck whatch you thought no not at all I didnt really stop to think much about it not even one little bit but neways back to what im about to spit and I all i do is grit bag it up and flip it quick im wit the shit so you know im really bout that life ill fuck your wife and cut her open witta knife you lose your life for tryna gamble wit me like some dice im nothing nice thats why my heart is cold like some ice.