in trying to keep on track but it's so hard when the haters ain't having your back I am a mack with a black back pack full of cash u fools have had just about enough of thinking your bad it's a little too late for ur whack ass tracks trying to make a move but it's hard dealing with these goof troop who are scared to shoot through the hoops to prove they are the newest of the new ur old news I'm chew u up and spew u out I am throw a couple punches to your mouth fucking slayer slay is in the mother fucking house I know u think ur what it's all about but ur lost and I promise on the cross it will be your longest loss I am a lyricist and a boss paying respect to my homies who been in my corner from the start of the farthest hardest artist ur finna get twisted up regardless I'm a lyrical sergeant ur the man in the dark in leaving my mark as my automatic barks