talk my shit yh my glock fucking up his lip leave a nigga in the ditch hide him on the ride real homicide make mama cry even thoe he tried sad beef yh we left him fried kill a nigga then I spark a joint holon waite let me get back on point Yh he then I spark another joint My boy hit me up like nigga I heard you wanted am like ok go grad my shit do the dash in the wip spot the opp tell my girl pass the stick roll the window down yh the 40 do the talking yh them bullets started sparking catch him with no pipe late knight take he life and thas all I could speak on I recklessl I could punch it out with king Kong