I was born in the south with an iron fist. didn't take me long to fight in the streets I lived. was sworn out the house as a little kid my mouth always blowin spouting fire-in spit. burn anyone comes around doubting my shit kicking your door down holding a fifth middle finger stickin while I'm choking this bitch feild wide open I'm unloadin tha clip. mic still broken cuz I'm Killin tha shit might think I'm jokin I'm just being legit. rymes still smoking like the weed that I picked. nine that I'm holding got you pleading tha fifth. first one I'm trolling at the top of my list catcha a dam beatin when im throwing my fist you pokin at the lion just hopin u don't plan on competing with this be sleeping in the ocean blowing up with the fish blowin breathing your sleepin with fish.exist persist outside tolkin on the weeds that I picked.