all tha voices all tha thoughts focus on money stuck in a vault to many crimes to many dying clock is ticking ane got time I herd I love you to many times I promise to God they know they be lying all my problems two pages long can't even solv'em don't even bother God don't answer I don't even call'em to many do's and to many don't probably should but I probably won't I am forreal niggas is hateing and niggas is faking claiming they angels but really be satin