I spent nights in trenches trappen,after beef happen.u gone slip less u get put of dodge and quit rappin.wish I would hots ll jump out his grave and misbehave.run up on you like Omar from the wire with the gage.for the love of this,I put in work for free like a slade.i made a Lotta niggas rich and they just left me the cave.and to this day I can't look at them same.they don't owe me bra just give me gesture for I nod and apply pressure.just a hand wave will get u in a box to your maker.im smoking so much ganja, momma gotta be jamaican. niggas shooting public places got me paranoid to move.these lil niggas on meth molly coke and dog food