free dem guys out that pen i dont need no pen and paper i gotta gold mind never did time but im really in that field sccy 9 on me 30 rounds hop out that back seat shoot him in the face now its man down big boy chilling in the hood caught him lacking he wouldn't packing now it longlive behind his name he wanted to much fame he couldn't shoot he had no aim his last destination is the grave. im self made self paid ballin shooting fades smoking on that opp pack he in that wood i done smoked him up enjoying every puff shit get really wicked in that field i done came across some sharks had to creep them in the dark make sure they dont wake back up leave them stuck stay big call m seed Glocks with beams sticks with dicks we about to make a horrified flick. 223. 556s make you do a trick it's soul lift through them gates u fuck ass snake.