here it goes, its no sleep i ll be counting on the sheeps, i ll be reppin on the meeks i ll be killin all the beats through the peats of the jays, its a ice its no K from the A to the M to the A, if u got that u are nothing but a gay i ll be shooting like the clay any day i'm the tray drinking whey from the blocks, i ll be killin all the niggas with a single shot of glock, if u shootin of the elbow u ll get that gambit block, 10 seconds on the clock, of your life, yellow knife, fuck your wife, Jesus Christ, this ain't right, its the dream that i ll be living afterlife. many bitches many hoes that on ma dick it would be nice, when u ballin on the court its jst really not precise, paying price, eating rice with some spice, when ma chopper comin over it will cut you into slice, maybe twice, in a hour, suck ma dick and u ll get that sweet and sour, now you smell like passion flower, sunflower, in ma car, in the bar, in the jar, deep scar, world war, jst to know that I'm a ballin superstar,