nowadays bitches wanna be about that dope n dick, not even a good pick, homie ur bitch been sick! Everytime me and my girls roll thru niggas wanna be our boo, bitches wanna peep game and follow everything I do. more down then ur bitch X2;but ur ho already knew! you speaking on my name cause these bitches stay lame, yeah they all the same, all ice No flame, cause I b spitting that fire, so low(solo) in life I just wanna stay higher. yeah! I'm a live-wire. ur ho can't help but admire. give a fuck what these haters say, I know the name of the game, yet I don't play, see these struggles I had to face ever day. everywhere I go got bitches on my case, hatin on me because I'm so far ahead of the race, ain't fucking with that bullshit, bitch pick up the pace! even if I explained the situation u still wouldn't understand how my crew do, spitting more game then the average X2. ho I thought u knew!. used to care about what these muhfukas would think until they proved they b the weakest link, I b laughing at ur stink as I'm sipping on this drink. whining ass hoes wanna stay petty, stuck on some dumb shit so I gotta stay ready. ask me anything u wanna know about that so-called loyal ho, got hit up by the homies an past to the next bro. damn u don't know when to quit, stuck on that bullshit while I keep it hella lit. u know u just looking for ur next hit.