why u running did I hurt u

When I freestyle in my cell the crips would wissle shot a op with a missile turned his body into tinsel tried to run from the battle by unsending ur hole career is over u bars sound like left overs ur bitch left u because ur a weakling after this loss ur mind will blow up throwing up gang signs but never touched a hundred bands u just make believe after two losses from me ur eyes will wish they couldn’t see the truth u lost hope after u sent the battle must have saw my stats or knew I was better gold on my neck is treasure dick so big she tell her friends about the pleasure ur bars still need to get better had ur mom so wet I had to change the sheets