I had to cross the Pacific yea I'm a mischief I couldn't distance myself from all that sick shit I was a self raised youngin always had ticka running humming headhunting fronting dead bodies be dropping or something meth demonizing at it best a I'm a Lucifer incarnate we dump down and spark shit we knocking off your family cause we know how cold that heart get make you weep for a soul when the bullet hit there target