ima soldier we step from dust til daw n/ we play chess where im from and you just a pawn/ all that talkin making me yawn, ill lay in ya lawn/ pussy you know how i come i bust ya dome with this chrome wrist drapped in honeycomb when the sun hit its shine, this my throne, any disagree bullets thrown/ so dont take me out my zone or yo head will be mine, im thuggin in real life choppa mane has no clone, i reap what i sow, i plough her mental with flow/ i0* instruct how it go, and she bless me dough , with the proper application of it youll thoroughly grow/ youll tell by your glow,