boys gon missin

outside side lookin ghost now whare do I post up now smookin the whop and it's now screaming like one man down look att me sister she had a frown she said you don't get the picture I'm like I'm a prediction all this rap is friction get me a knife out the kitchen all the bars I've written but listen I herd them boy up the street gon missin with my bad bitch on the rap dissin