[Intro]
(This is a pre-paid collect call from, Chad Green)
(An inmate at Seminole County Jail)
I got some shit I wanna say so just listen (Erase that shit that I got, I'm gonna do some real shit)
Nah, nah, you can keep that
I'm saying how I'm talking, how I feel

[Verse 1]
I'm finna take this shit here too the booth, I got so much shit that been sittin' on my mind
Bust down a Cartier, I threw some ice on my time
My phone been blowing up they see that I'm doing fine
I ain't get a call from you and you so they been bangin' my line
I ain't got no worries, they see, I got a bag so I've been splurgin'
Wrapped a new Benz in five percent this bitch had came with curtains
Remember back then? I was on my dick, get fifteen for these verses
They doing it for the hype and fame, the money my only purpose

[Chorus]
I wonder, I say, I wonder what he doin'
I wonder who he fuckin' with, I wonder who he screwin'
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin' what I'm doin you gone forever gonna be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
I wonder how he feel about his dead dawg, he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back, but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many L's, but still a boss
[Verse 2]
Man, them n***as played when they shot me
Ain't wanna talk about it, but lately I've been feeling cocky
Carver shores, baseball team, we swangin' sticks just like it's hockey
They heard I got a bag, but that don't mean I gotta drop it
Like tell them boys to stop it
I've been down to my lowest, I'm finna turn it up a notch, I'm scorchin' hot
One forever under my Jersey, Chris Bosh
I know the opps be lurking like my wrist, they watch
They know where I be at tell 'em, "Pull up to the spot"
They can go head and pull in, but they won't pull out
Like Little Caesars, we be ready, the block is hot
Always say they gon' bend, but I know, they not
Don't give a fuck if we some kin
'Cause these sticks all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in 'cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got?
Give me a round about
'Cause these sticks is all I got
These sticks is all I got
Sticks is all I got
These sticks what I believe in 'cause the truth what they spit out
How many sticks you got?
Give me a round about
'Cause these sticks is all I got
[Chorus]
I wonder, I say, I wonder what he doin'
I wonder who he fuckin' with, I wonder who he screwin'
I wonder how he left the trap and started making music
Keep on wonderin' what I'm doin you gone forever gonna be clueless
I wonder how he get a verse from Ross
I wonder how he feel about his dead dawg, he took a loss
I wonder how he take two to the back, but still can walk
I wonder how he took so many L's, but still a boss

[Outro]
Down to my lowest, I'm finna turn it up a notch
(An inmate at Seminole County Jail)
(This call is subject to monitoring, to accept charges)
Hold on, Vic
(To refuse charges press)
(Thank you for using Secure Us)
(You may start the conversation now)
Bitch, you-
What's up my n***a?
What's up bitch? You lucky I caught my phone
Bitch, I was in the damn booth recording some shit