fucc you mean its cool wit tht dude i catch him around ima eat thts blood food like the pierates do if i dnt fucc wit u i can get high wit u catch him slipping tie him to a roof leave him hanging like a pair a boots lieing in ya raps acting like the truth capping in a coupe while i was trappin for the loot int have to go out wit niggaz. i kept myself in the loop in when it come to this war shitt im camaflage. so u cant see wat type of hammer spark knocc him dwn real blumbaclot. in i then stretch to them bands from them rubbernotts ill flip tht bricc and make tht money flopp we never workin wit cops. im getting my time im knoccin out before ever snitch ill rot in a box but ill never have tht problem. cause i roll by myself. plus im load it wit. the blast to send u straight to hell u niggaz movein frail i hold my hood dwn. u could put me on a scale. like the fish. tht i dish. to my fins on the strip. tht lil couple thousand int shitt better cop you a whip. scare to lose tht money and make it all bacc. nigga im the key to my trap. i never lacc its a fact