as i drift thru these concrete meadows/came thru the conceretvdamaged my peddle/ do my best refisein to settle /i. came from a lower level /surround by devils / riden around wit should/pistol on waist foot to the peddle/swurve from ghetto ghetto it the pot and kettle/shouldnt throw rocks if live in a glass house/all i fuck wit is mob / my nation be ready to spazz out/they board my house)my people go steal/i expected that though all these niggas are cut throat lets just be real/))). I aint tryin to catch no body but a nigga will snap/tryin to keep that hate up off me /and follow the facts/i got my cers check my g files yea its stamped/ im puts n map