the tools wer used wrong the side want adjusted that whole glock was rusted but am not rusty tall buildings i stood on them long gun made mute sounds 'n broke down families but it built-mine 'n put bread in my baby mouth n my dick in ur bitch mouth went against my opps on a daily basis dragged them to they graves some of begged to breath one more day others went like soldiers guns blazzin went home took henny n smoke one got a cal from the woke 1 told him it was done dark work thats for the undertaker i dont want he talk say am tripin i should light one i told him am on 1 n i am done n I was done took more then them w9rds to persuade negers these days these are the days one of those days u don't wan be tested no sjoe steppin or wrong words n wrong vibes u can bleed for that bought her the serpent n she sucked the opps in it thats rude aint it burried her n that youngins in itu can afford to move wrong or sleep o nightlong u wont hear the dingdong drones drop dropin bullets on ur clique blood everywher al by one no handwork