new kid on the block, glock in the back hopping he dont got stop someones clock tic tock smoking never going broke cuz he knows how to play the hand he's been dealt letting lose like a belt from an lmg bypassing the backboard going for the swish he a cold hearted man, the kind you hope gets capped in the back and tossed out in the interstate. Survivor till the last if he go out it's with a fucking blast. He the ghost you hear at night if he got u in his sights, bap bap bap lights out. as if he got an insight to your minds fright. heightened by the joy chase he never leaves a case unclosed. exposing every move you make just glad for someone else to retaliate against.