Talking to my scale on another level rise the fire got that shit fo sale any niggas talking shit we send them straight to hell ain’t no heaven gates for a nigga gettin popped by the reaper I’m a see ya I’m in every time zone on a different level this a no fly zone better learn the game straight throwing up high notes like they gang signs bad bitch suck my dick say she like my whip now she riding stick too many good looking women don’t know which one to choose told my old bitch I’m through I got them bows on lock speaking to my vacuum sealer telling it to stop so many bows packed up we got the city locked I can’t fuck wit no squealers only gang niggas and them dealers i pull and sell yo bitch my dick on a 4 wheeler we with them straight killas always drug dealing when I leave the crib you know I pick up that scrilla don’t get caught in yo feelings might fuck around just peel em talking to my scale on another level so many bows the city knows who got it locked know I stay knocking with that Glock in my hand