police is on my back and I'm still jumping fences. pitbulls in the yard and they still trying to get me. they telling me to freeze I don't know what that mean. I know about a triple bean and fleeing from police. they still trying to catch me feds trying to build a case. drug deals gone bad some died I survived . trapped in the line of fire red beans between his eyes let him speak his last words then I help them close his eyes as a prophet I must speak to my people in these streets let him know I'm the real representing killer mill. representing making more until it's my time to go. my diamond shine like flakes through snow these guns we tote are not for show Milwaukee hustle in the snow police is still on my back it's about to be a murder show Ghost Town hooded henchman cut his throat Spirit gone