trippin setblock reppin but not crippin u be back steppin//
runnin from me like i was tha 5-0, uze a hoe, scared of me? a baller? a baller from tha MO//
didnt u know, wen i went platinum on ur track that one day my weed game wuld take over tha crack//
and my fortune and fame wuld be tha same to u as toture and pain//
cuz your hatred is immense for me and ur love for tha dick is intese we see//
while lyrical masterminds settin back tha clock like day light saving time//
i play for mines and only for tha kind that sets me up a bill or maybe 2, thatd be strait trill//
let me know wat u thnk jus a quik dome-key-style