you know these bullets hot they made his brain go fryin but they left him cold his loved ones were all cryin the last words he could spit out was "am i really dyin" his homie told him no but deep down he knew he was lyin hopped in the whip hit the gas and went flying you know for his mama that was probably traumatizing the cold air hit his blood and started oxidizing(*3) pulled up to the crib and just tried to forget i just realized what I did and started to regret layed down and then woke up in a cold sweat tried to get my mind right just tried to reset went outside to calm down and lit a cigarette just thinking about his body in dat cold casket caught myself a body and now im a bandit