Bet you don't want to fight me, better strap up your Nikes, hit you with a high speed, I don't even like me. .. Mother fucker don't want none of this, coming out with that thunder shit. stop stunting, I don't want your bitch, I don't want for nothing I already had that shit... come one all, come now, I'm in the kitchen where the heat is hot. you can feel what I'm preaching as I release then rip this shit from my top. I know you can feel this as I say f*** your mother f****** cop. giving you some of that good s*** as I get at this. they call it that drop.