with the gang in this bitch nigga you kno we shootin sticks we finna send the blicks 500 that what on my wrist my chain you see the glist pop yo ass like a zit nigga you talkin shit but you coudnt even take a hit but it dont matter wit me causd i shoot until he dead aint get caught up wit the feds you know i already got the meds i got bodies in the shed im bound to get this bread aint go to school but i still got the lead oh how im so thankful i still got a bed a few things in my past that i regret back then my vision was red i didnt care what anyone said depression and trauma fucked up my whole head i remember waking up i very much dread in tears yea i was officially wet