I ain't no dummy boy and I smoke weed for joy I only do things I enjoy all you lil rappers ill destroy all you are is a decoy that I should destroy with rhymes sometimes I wounder why I think of shooting nines and I make sure all my diamonds shines while I fuck ya bitch n spit rhymes at the same time to make sure my make my rap shines cause in tired of selling dimes ive done it so many times now I'm tryna avoid crimes to spit rhymes ima big dog and you a pup I odda punch you in the gut followed by the undercut ... kid I'm tryna get rich with this pitch and the money my fingers itch which can end you up ina ditch look in like bitch cause you wanted to be rich but ya songs ain't lit couldnr even make a hit shit ya girl bustin a split and she refuses to quit and she said you were counterfeit which can make you jump ship when you see my roll by in the whip and you I'm with the shits ready to bust you in the lip