yeah I got a vision yes I'm on a mission Yung sicario in the kitchen I'm not goin back to prison I'm Wit ya boi Bron an nigga we da West we aimin from the neck up no reason to buy a vest spittin barz like the excercist demons leave you possessed play wit the squad squeeze the trigger til ya head disconnect leave you stretched bullet holes in an out straight through ya flesh leave you leaking on the pavement brainless without a sweat time ticking my .40 will have ya spine shifting im chasin that Mula like I'm stuck up in a Bron vision im spittin eather Mac tucked got that drakko in the bleachers Mac 10 hit you watch you shake n freeze like you had a seizure forget about ya body like a nigga has amnesia