Cookin bakin soda in the pot dats dat crack rock, percasetes and Molly folks passin on the streets G, murder drama no peace dats who we fuccin be, got soldiers ready to kill, feed them a good meal not a rapper don’t care about a deal, put food on the table sit bacc laid watchin cable not tryna be like the Bible cane and Abel, got a thicc bitch she love me and shit, can’t do right smart chicc wit glasses I think she my type take ha out for the night wanna make ha my wife but I’m to addicted to this thug life,got this Rugga bitch in case a nicca try to try some shit talkin this and dat just don’t know I’ll fucc his bitch and take care of his kid. You prayin to the lawd like he gone save ya but just don’t know when you die you goin to the devil JD yo azz hit ya upside the head wit a shuffle grand reaper don’t be scared when you see my shadow cuz bitch I’m slangin metal.