mess with best die like the rest no bitch I ain't talking bout cardiac arrest but what ever I got to do I will finese bitch stop texting me give it a rest if you don't ima punch you in the face and me and boys gonna put you in your place so you better say your grace but these arms may be weak but they gonna leave you in a brace if that don't work I'll meet you six feet under I'll find you when your in a deep slumber punch you so hard you gonna think its thunder cut you with a knife and end yo life dont wrry I will arive with my guchi and my mothetfuckin ice don't wrry everybody dies