my fans dont gotta ask y my voice carrys granade chain around my neck i give a fuck bout an employ im demandin that respect ever cross me i be tearin up ur set $0 fuck fred dirt an whoevers next how do u like that complex im the best i aint gotta enough stress on my chest matter a fact I'm blessed im still calling shots an collectin all my thoughts who are thies suckas trying to run my block one false word an im tieing to the dock