NEXT RAP FIXTURE bless em man I pour sand in the grave six feet straight talking about my father that i would never see again life was a game exhausting up my brain put a couple hits now I'm smoking again so far is the Future paint me a picture next rap fixtures burning up procedure bitches want my syndrome niggar want me to spit more diamonds on my chains could it be all that i lived for now I'm fucking up my fans rap fame could live long publicity stunt was when I was fucking on your cunt tell em if it's hot how many hours long tell em how you mourn