She don’t like the molly she be dancing for the cocaine Hit him in the face a couple times and it’s a closed case cops be steady lurkin in the guttah gotta slow my pace Choppa keep on sliding coppin bodies got it on the way .45 in my pocket keep it on me cuz ain’t no where safe She think she a rocket smoking gas sent her ass to space Leave you body leakin get to geekin then I roll away Leave yo mama cryin in the kitchen tears all on her face Find out where you live get to creepin then blew up the place Takin all these meds still gone die that’s what the doctor say dump you in the river for that talkin have you float away got it on my waist pull out a .38 you need to get off my plate You Need to know yo place I get witty wit the book in shit come round I get you Wookiee shit Come round i get you cooked and shit