Pull up to the crib. With a Glock on my side. Ain't a lover or a pimp But I am ready to fight I'm like honey on set I can make you satisfied You can call it cap rap. B****** really want to die. Then I show up with my crew asked what they got to fear they still don't got a clue that they death is coming near thought by now they'd get the que that I can end they whole carreer that's how I'm m***** ******* grew. up until my third year of this life I barely living like a bike that don't shift gear but I keep lieing I ain't feeling feelings I feel every year ima brighten up the mood cuz this shits getting really dark don't think I'm trying to be rude just don't want a fire to start from a spark Cause I'll show up in the Arena and blow up like hiroshima then leave and say I'll seeya meet you at a pizzeria