Boy You talking all that shii we can’t relate you still talking I’m bouta change the murder rate I’m bouta start hoopin like back in the 88’s I’m happy knowing that all of my niggas straight I remember days I use to eat out of paper plates ion know who head you foolin I’m turning up on the music I turned yo girl to groupie all the niggas salute me I’m turnin up super saiyan I might jus shoot me a movie I don’t fw the bs if you heated I’ll cool it I don’t talk that much but when I’m rapping I’m ruthless you said you slappin on me am I right or wrong I was getting head on the floor while the lights was on I hit yo bitch from the back n made her make a sound I put all her moans all together n made a song I hit her so hard she had to reput her makeup on when I walk out the crib you smellin fresh cologne