i got the sauce my swag is so fresh bury bury me in louis when i see my deAth when i end up a victim cuz poverties stiff and there family needs feeding and im filthy rich and karmas a bitch i first had to struggle n then i got rich i chased a career in rap music industry then i met with a label and did a few gigs and now that im known showin love to my fans recording songs for my friend im makin ends my spirits gon lift my fans are gon give time and bump my shit i lift up my trunk and i let it bump reppin my shit where i go and my hood aint no punk smokin the skunk sippin the activist with alla the crew and we savages drip im soaking wet thats part of my rep used to bang crip til i went to the pen and heard how they talk about white like its shit thats ignorance self centered shit hatin on me cuz a color best believe that i showeem i lost my composure and hated my crips so i told them i slide back they smashed me and now im a blip just a blip on there radar a target to target but really they hate when i win i stand over the body and screamed how does it feel to get whipped i came outta the cell without a bruise or a slit while he come out a loser and grim