I remember when me in the homies at the hit them stores what I had on my hip was a 44. so i gotta let u niggas know and i know u dont want the smoke just because u just a f joke.and i was serving dope heads wit that mf coke.then i go too the pad too get that throat and i got the shotie under my trench coat and got too let u niggas know aint know time for crying its time for crime because trying to stay alive but i could here the cry where the body's lie and i got let u niggas know×4 r.i.p the homie u was supposed stay home and get married but timez dont always work out lifes a bitch an ik that know and i gotta to let u niggas know i never had no moms but its all good tho