when i go crazy you know ima blow , Catch me a opp up at the score, when i trow bullets he down on the floor got my chopp we come for his block he kept talking until he get rocked talking all dat trash well now you opp i would rather be in jail then lay up in a casket,like ayo trayvon pass me da gadget we gon spin trough they block like a fidget,im so famouse i should be in a exhibit,he chasen me then got bitten one thing momma taught me was to keep my ground,u dissing me den you bound to get clowned,he broke up with his girl now its time to rebound