I had a prophetic dream I was winning in the game Split yuh dream into two And every bow in you was moved Get around and you gone snooze Every bitch in you was blooze From the bottom of yuh kankles All the way up in the attic where you keep your shit on cruise. Make your move, Automatically alerted by the weapon that you choose Like Iraqis in the desert Eagles landing on yuh shit Pissy stinking like yuh britches In dem trinches with your bitch Sliding on my enemies like 2PAC You can pick what side homie You can ride lonely,I don’t give a fuck You get stuck intermediate or outside of yo chucks Preacher man ah send your spirit up in heaven Imma put yo dirty ass in the ventilation ducks. Every milestone I ever had I through that bitch back I don’t wanna have to clash wit Goliath in da cut Fuck a riot imma start a war gently in her butt. Getta motive, Go on head, get the fuck I don’t care about no luck I invoke every generational curse Dispersed In my blood Tah tah tah Blaw blaw blaw That’s the sound of the rounds Intercoursing through your gown Panoramic