ice a ill figure legendary nigga move like the shit cause that's me no ice but stay icey top Dawg I might be hopping out the BM wit three men I been seasoned haters still bleeding and weasing nonbelieving the teachings wit the frivolous reaching my hounds deep in at the table eating in the back burying bones creepin send a baddie to cut ya face while ya sleeping have her put ya bed after freaking face bleeding at the station singing like maxwell bout Crack sales and gat tales divine evils trying to black mail a black male no 3rd eye ya mind fragile mines real reinforced with steel never squealed bouta ordeal to be real I gave niggas they last meal and this the thanks I get scams for years how to feed ya kids them jewels was food yall scarecrows never used its a shame if you only had a brain stayed in ya lane dodged the flame stayed in the game but ya lame