This might get a little gory let me tell you a little story take a page out the books RL Stein or maybe BJ cooks Maybe Stephen king maybe Stephen Hawkins scientific rapper bitches can't take my knowledge blastoff 321 mars brand-new cars done spit some bars won't find me behind any bars Only in your girls bed not yours anymore done dyked ya bitch out fucking all these whores Behind these close doors focus on the chores what's got to get done now so I can relax on the shores counting all this money yet feels good started from nothing just a boy in the hood just a boy in the Ville looking for a thrill looking for A legacy to stamp my name on Shaky legs gun to your head little fawn Your girl popping pills like the fucking bonbons Only like them thick only like them raw you don't know who you talk into bitch I'll break your jaw with my fist or my dick you can fucking choose when is the only option No way I'll lose