knucklehead tha dawg,I ain't never had shit,but a mask and a glock,but I take yo bitch,drop me ur location,and I'll pull up to ur door,bustin rounds thru ur spot,its boss mob hoe fuck fam life,whole squad soundin like a gang of man dikes,fuck rap fame,bitch this is real life,I ain't gotta drop a diss for me to earn no stripes,I did my crime,I did my time,u ain't spit a real verse,not 1 damn line I'm sick and tired of u pussys talkin shit up on the internet,where the fuck u at,I'll spill ur noodles where ur dinners at,I'm posted at the table,where them killas and them sinners at,u posted at ur mommas where the clowns and all the gimmicks at, ain't talkin bout shit,u bitches soundin like beginner rap,what the fuck u on,bitch I'm trynna come and see it,40 cal on my waist,bet we leavin UNDEFEATED,obituaries in the paper,bet ur momma she dont read it,she shoulda just killed u when ur ass was just a fetus