racks all in my denim if you lack boy we gone gwt you if its act you know we gone sip it i can't fuck them thwy wicked thats the main reason i keep my distance switch my lane up for a reason counting up racks all this season i aint never sat on no bleachers got off my ass the school didnt teach me i prepared for what comes with it jumped off the porch straight in them trenches i was aware i sleep with that glizzzy kept that heat oven in the kitchen blue face hundid i love them dead people fell in love with the fedy chiny she aint even worth my time hit it for the back & then i dip i dont trust neither one of them i keep my third eye on them he got that loud pack on him i serve tha drugs like a pimp i put that dope out on the scrip