If Poppa Wasa Rollins Stone

He carrys his Zig Zags ina Red Rag, On his gun shit like a comrade, dont test Dad hes a bad jab, got moe bodies than The Dead Cab, Your shit is a movie, Mines Def Jam, Dont blow ona doobie,Keep rollin HawkHams, I thought it was easy, You thought it was creepy, Im slappin you rappers sleepy , Dee-Dee dont play shes body for body like Bobby and Whitney business is business , dont come with the drama ill kill you then flatter yo momma im shifty this isnt gettting any further any way further beyond link, So quite all the chippin your lipping This aint Kid Ink Die down with the history a minute, Tie dien your false Flags boi just think ... If Poppa wasnt a Rollin Stone , Then Where did he lay down to Call home , In this world we allways feel alone, Till Something captures our Soul, Im lost on the Road, DEAR SHADY I THOUGHT OF ENTERTAINING, USEN MY BRAINS BUT BRAINLESS, ITS INFILTRATION ON MY MEMORY WHY THEFUCK DO I WANNA BE FAMOUS, IT SOUNDS SO COOL BUT P.S.S DOT DOT ..."Its Dangerous"