stomach empty twisted in a knot, tunnel vision and ill thoughts, turns into real plots, ya know the type shit that makes ur block real hot, ,come back at night dressed as a cop, im talking pig all the way to my socks, tactical equipment that rivals swat, like it or not my whole intent is to flatten your knot, seperate you from your Guap , run all ya want ,there's no hiding Idc if u lay low and switch up disguises, spittin' harder then ten hydrants, Tyrants raise armies demanding our silence, deploy ammunition dipped in the woo han virus Firing on who tryna take mine, this mountain u won't climb , just one okof these rounds, will spin u around, and out here, no1 will hear a sound, it will be days b4 ur body is found, just a torso, cuz ur head is nlookio where around, Yes sir I'm in it,ghost white but still grinning, running my mouth while everything is spinning, shiiit I'm Sik..no such thing as 2 lit, fuck it, goin in, like sheep to covid Bitch everything u have is given, bitch I'm paid in full, u u just rented I'm too authentic,feared and respected,don't worry I'll end it soon, here shoot all of this in this spoon. So - whether you like it or not I'm just above the top spot, boogie wit it it, smoke that top knotch pot, and the trap stay first of the month hot, junkie wit new shoes, banger wit no vest, like I got nothing to lose, Another rail got me higher than astronaut snot, that's when something inside went pop, On day 6, everyone is sketchy formulating a plot brain rot, self taught , pills glass and good pot when u put my grind at risk, now ur cease to exist, found cc hained ankle to wrist, your neck a backwards twist, the size of the he knife,they dont how it fit, whoever did this, they must be sik what if google voice giving commands to militias, war ready and hidden by secret agendas ,transhumanist devolpment funded by politicians, its more than abusing there position what do u do when they control what ya feeling, even if ur not willing swayed by the vision of villians they're selling the children, sex trade all our women, orders whispered not written