All these hoochies try to moochie off my Lucci with they coochie, bitch please, you need to back up off my Gucci, cuz you ain't getting shit but some dick and trick you make me sick always callin when I'm trying to make a lick that's why I'm spark up a spliff to forget all that shit I had to put up with, all those fuckin years, now I'm moving on with life, no more pain, no more fear, no more tears, I thought I told you hoes that you need to steer clear, of my path, now you're gonna to feel my wrath, gettin hurt like Johnny Cash, overdosing on my flowing and im knowing where you're going it'll be over in a flash. what's that shit you said? oh you thought we'd fuckin last? hahahahaha, bitch please, you make me wanna laugh, cuz it's time for me to move on, I'm going to the club to grab hoe that I can rub, and get my fucking groove on, please excuse this intrusion don't mean to cause confusion, yo man keeps talking shit, he'll be cruising for a bruisin. I'm all about the winnin he's about the losin now you betta get to choosin the man with a plan that'll make you understand while other dude is snoozin.