Yo where's my gun I think I'ma need a strap to bust back real quick and fast dam homies what the fuck is happing to this world fuck the world I'm mad as fuck hear we go again starting all over again doing my rounds making Shure everything ok with everybody trying to think of what the fuck to do dam homies wtf do I fucken do I fell like running a muck straight not giving a fuck what the fuck I do if I see the Judas I'm half to run cuz a mf like me be gang aflieated shit they ain't going to catch me I'm to fast I'ma hope over the fences and run through them parking lots and be dipping down the street homies I don't give a fuck fuck a bitch as hater they can hate all day I'll be mobbing it on the walls straight not giving a fuck so what mfs looking at he like omg he righting on the walls some body call the police I be like what the fuck up I do what the fuck I want who tf are you to tell me what to do I can right on the walls if I want it's art mf so hear I go dipping down the street then I see the fucken punk police so I hopes over the fence that was at the corner of a street real fast hop over that shit real quick and got away like a g homie that's how it be for me in these ruff as streets so I stay conestly smoking and drinking but I haven't been drinking in a cool minute so now I'm allways pissed off and shit not giving a fuck on that I do shit I'm trying to get payed and get a bag homie