I know Aryans, Bikers, Crips, bloods, and folk nation only enemies that I got, want me locked up, in the po-lice station better learn, before you burn, puttm in a urn, cause he getting cre-ma-ted I know yawl hate it, way I domonstrate it I never finished barber school, still getting faded, daily The drugs made me crazy, a paranoid skitzo Sware the feds flying drones, outside my window on my dick, like they need a mold for a dildo and my chick such a beast, ass sit like a hippo sweet as Nabisco, I'm fucking up her lymphnodes she undone my zipper, I trapped out her zip code oh no, they tryna hit me with the reco, pockets deeper than my jncos, deeper than a sink hole all I smoke is primo, if it's bout money bingo still got the cheat codes, everyday a freakshow bleach go beast mode, West coast to East coast I got knowledge I cant teach you so, it's prolly better off you listen they tryna send my cracker ass to prison tax bracket came with whole new division, your loose lips, sunk crew ships, take a second to allow that to sink in I got hella homies, that are,bout,that,life