you say you f'n wit tha mob but you ain't even got a job once you f'n wit tha squad you crossing over with tha gods don't sleep on me I heard they was sleeping on me got a thing for that sleep z z z click clack snooze wake up to the smell of gun smoke wit a lil mixture of dat gas on it, on it, on it bitch ima blast from your past a a woman of few words so you know Ima be all over dat ass rolling Solo getting money I call it antisocial bag. (2× "I am first and you are last so dats why you nggas are a big mad all of dat yick yack gone have me snatch yo bxtch up on some get back") oh now you sadder than the funeral I'm so sick but it ain't a tumor, my flow so slick like my sense of humor, I swipe my nose when I feel intruded, My vibe is so f'n intriguing, she does the most when she feeling curious, she doesn't know what she really doing until she does it with yours truly. "NOW THAT'S SOME GOAT SH*T"