i got gun tucked in the back trunk u havent died cuz of luck thick bitch layin on the bed white clothes colored in red i ride around solo tatted up mafioso No heart cuz im so mean juvinile since thirteen masterplans on my free time side doors where i got a nine ur fucked for fuckin with me attacks where people wont see words are lethal as well i wrote till my eye lids fell i cant remember last night everything i did wasnt right