when it comes to the war im the one the boss call i aint leaving wetness neither im killing all yall baby momma lil sister and ya brother if the youngin old enough to tell he can catch a couple shells i do this shit fr when i aim my gun i aim to kill let me slow down dont need that to spill i think im getting sick my words getting ill im aiming for a mil and thats without a deal only working everyday to feed the kids getting my name up on the grids walk in my house you get address by the pits i domt judge you dont judge me but i know you a hypocrite waiting for a downfall praying a nigga slip and shit