My weapons are flows Test me, I'm wrecking ya nose They can't stand the abuse Enemies left dead in the road Dead when they getting too close that's just the way that it go bring the pain thru the door just in case they testing me bro I'm so nasty its classy it might take a Buddha to match me bananas like Nana she be going pudding for hoes kinda got the munchies I been smoking up on a o ain't seen a nigga in my station who is matching my flow