I'm back to spitting, lyrics hittin with words I've written
Just take a minute, feeling empty as I sit timid
He 6 feet under, body lifeless as I be rid it
My vision vivid, I'm livid, hinted about my image
Logic emits this, beat I flow over and you listen
About my past, skirting off as I do the dash
Gone in a flash, ex bitch Trippin she actin trash
We smokin gas, shooting buckets feel like I'm Nash
So much green you would think that I'm just fucking cutting grass

Horny ass gun, cock it back, body go split splat
Killed every rapper with this one verse, move out of combat
I come back, no time for chit chat, shoot this bullet right through ur homie neck, got you like “what's that”, I fall flat
My homies be toting em poles at you, they got not one flak
Click, clack, blat, smoke doobies with cuties with boobies, but they ain’t got no ass
Pat on the back and hop all in a whip, shit looks matte black
Don’t come at me again, ‘cause this time I'm ready for you, no Borat