I'm on my big daddy Wheatie eating grimey bout to fuckin flex..I don't feel sane less I'm counting up a check..I'm made out of steel.. bitch u made of flesh i came out the ville ..bitch u came with no chest. man I got these hater rappin...laughing yapping in my ear..see u live in the dark...and I'm just happy that it's clear..I know some secrets bout some killas just be happy you ain't here they told my cuz Mike suicide or heart failure..I know some secrets bout some rakkits washing money dirty habits..ain't gone say is that my friend ain't gone say is that my family...I'll put it all on the line before they can fucking have me..I'll take it to the grave with my secrets still standing..I can't explain the way I felt...you did me a favor...it made my fucking heart melt...chop me in the head rest in peace then came back im a gohst what u know bout that. that's the cards that I was delt so don't close my casket. then his cousin came back to try to do me again...I got word too but he was kilt by then...I got some mothafuckin secrets built deep within ingot some mothafuckin secrets..I got some mothafuckin secrets.....my big bro got his stripes at the age of 18 caught his first fucking body did his time king..no lesson..they we southern boys mobbed up and mafia connected...see a dude claiming shit got every right to fuckin check him. disrespectin shit get hectic to be alive is such a blessing. Lord...I got some secrets bout my homie his mama don't know..before he died he was all night sniffing that snow..and went he backed up to a Killa I could of said don't.. Daddy