Am flexin on these niggas like king Kong, my phone ringing like a door bell dat dingdong, sittin back smokin dat gas fellin relax,I always stay in my bag spending up all these stacks, you know where I be at in da trap, knock before you enter cuz you will get ass clap, like we placed you somewhere on the map, we stay with mp30's you know how we Rollin we get dirty, I got a homeboy da trap calls him redrum, I put it on everything you don't wanna get stung it make you feel like your legs whent num.we wishin you for the better but if you want smoke we can put you in a stretcher,we spreaded everwhere out on da straped up like da army and da Navy Seals and I got niggas from da Kinston down hill and up hill you know they got that steel if you wanted they can show you how it feels its makein you feel like your have chills smokin these trees flyin thru da city like some mother fuckin bee's tellin 12 you.can't catch me so just stop it cuz Amma put it on 0 to100 real quit