damn this goes to my bitch big mora fuck you walking with my windbreaker jacket its a big fuckin braket betwen the fuckin days of you and me fighting over the lottery bitchis be wondering jow mutch money we got. we say alot but fuckin mora being a fuckin moron spending it on all takis your like the the matrix go to your room and be a blaz-it get out of here and face it be stupid and flossin. mama told me that you be gone start this shit on and on .look at you spoting a dolor bill you couldnt stay still with the dog be barkin until he's embarking the booty clap party with the strap on his left lether boot you better get better food cuz your a foe lookin at the loot yeah make big bank on your dads side listine dont be a rat lie