letters in the mail telling me that thay miss me..... ion really feel um.....telling me they've love me but I anit tryen hear um ....now days seem like every body playing with my mental......face time wit my daughter kinda got me in my feelings when I hang up the phone I just start reminiscing I was staring at the walls i was talking to the ceiling ......asking lord God would could you please come and get me.....asking lord God get that boy for I stretch um ...anit surrounded by no steppers bitch I do my own stepping...... ima pull up wit the mop straight leave um were I met um.....you know once I get the drop I gotta teach the boy a lesson once I get the mouth she might as well get to stepping bitch anit know my name when I was piped down in corrections ........ living like a dog calling god for a blessing he anit pick up the phone so I left the man a message..... never had no hand out bitch I got this shit from sweating now try and take it from ima leave ya shirt messy .... think you wanna see 20 years of aggression yea I'm strapped up wit that mettel but it anit for my protection ...... man down one you boys ...when thay disrespect me .....spin tha block it rain it down pour till I catch um.... I cant see my daughter crying so I'm moven wit this heckler ....gas pack baby this here sum medical.....switched up the drip but watch how thay step wit us.......try me rong and ill step on yo steppers .......grave yard last place that I left um... play hard get pushed like peddel ........pitch dark in that cell I was stressing