Bitch ion be rapping in my songs I see ghost listen close it’s demons chanting in my songs Send u off like mail after I stamp u bitch u gone I’m prolly out chia slanging iron if ion reply or answer the phone I’ll put a nigga up like I’m arranging shit My po say I’m a menace 2 society I’m dangerous Show u how that fye be this bitch a make u die painfully Every time I step I don’t be smiling it ain’t game wit me Pull up with my boy black That’s overkill a shark attack Trying to knock a chunk off yo ass and stick a fork up in yo back Trying to rob out yo cash yeah I want a portion of that Since u Michael Jackson bad yo air forces better be black That forty sound like call of duty a empty a nigga bowel movement My young in wanna kill ya only if I allow em to do it After that we link back up smoking out a pound of frootie Candy apple runts u in this blunt yo face was in the clouds after we blew it