I said I take your bitch, take her to the crib and Fuck her in the ass, slap that shit, know that nibba trying to jus make it clap, glocks on me, know they coming straight for my fuckin ass, that nibba try and hit me, jus know I’m coming at ur ass. Got that grass, guns all on me, but it’s not the holi cast, got some shit, but it’s not the end of my fucking past, it feel like the past, the way I grab that fucking ass, jus know that I ain’t playin, that little nibba fading, the same like Jim Cayden, all tho that nigga ateing, call me hitler but I ain’t no killer, everything comes with a cost, just like the holocaust you know I’m j coke jr. I don’t fuck with u new birds