Hay yo? You see me coming ya better lay low. Nobody moves till I say so. I'm killing shit and they know. What I came fo. Tha bank row. Doggin slugs so we cope with good drugs good dope and backwoods You don't want me to get them pale boys in the backwoods They Love kill boy and big trucks drug threw the mud Hopped out looking something like Elmer the fud Mossy oak from Head to toe mouth full of gold blingin like it should Need to get something understood fucking around in these woods get ya fucked off it could The two thumpers in the back glass Clearly say we wish a mafucka would. fuck just a piece of the cake they Just hate knowing a playa make Pape from the snow flake ya i want that  recipe ya see I'm on a quest to be the best emcee up in the mid west and don't expect anything less of me sitting back in the trap smoking a fat sack sharpening up the  rap dont get clapped with the rada tat its funny watching these dummies break they back over a quack. got his shit cracked when he got smacked and jacked with the strap he just didn't know the loss fronting like a boss way to  hard with the floss the boy didn't look both ways before he crossed loading up AKs and smoking haze in a daze fam thinks its a phaze got js for days ya crime pays