Look à life is short One day you will die I hope for me is not I just fucked up My life isn't great I'm always sad and mad You bitches don't play with me I give you right hook and left hook You will pass out You go to hospital With a broken jaw You drink with a straw You can't eat a strawberry Pull up with 3 guys men On the fifth row You bitch doing with my flow Kill you with a gun I'm almost done Flying with my son You gotta run