bitch my name is ytown i keep it shaking like a earthquake why tha fuck you all up on this dick killing motha fuckas like i was jon wick in n out quik i know you haters want the tip look at the whip wood grain grippa paint drippa my heat , sicka 223z hit you likee a drum where you from , y town YtownG we go dumb we from the hood we from the slum smoking weed because I'm numb trying to hide this fucking pain but it just don't go away walk a mile in my shoes then you'll see what i be going threw n u know what im goin do im flipping work im popping perk insane in the brain bitch I ain't playing I ain't a player I'm the mother fucking coach I teach this fucking game ducking you lames we are not the same swerving swerving swerving