listen homie do not try to fuck with me you got less a chance of winnin than helen keller could see navy seal kill ya then we gone throw ya in the sea i need some new gas, a fuckin diversity its ironic we got chronic but we aint got mouths to feed need to find something new get my family off the streets maybe ill try to be a rapper lay some lyrics on some beats everday ill pray to god i never end up on these streets again call ya mother, ya brother, ya sister and ya friend and you fuckin let em know how yo rap carrer ends.