HAD a jim jones type mufucka... he cool if you wanna die of arsenic, pedigree, and purple drank,
but SOOTY MAC... straight dig a bitch for that cootie cat,
breaking free from chains to roll Dayton wires...
and test out guineas guts until he tire
he a mac, wit cold ass spit
two rodent teeth and a cleft upper lip
sippin moet out a metal tube
to whet his thirst cuz the bitches stay lubed
and when he hit a cage, bitch change they tudes,
hos know the game tail up already nude
that nigga ignant, dont fuck wit that durka durka,
he got 24 hos on earth wit out the burkas,
fuck wit his sawdust he sure to murk ya,
45 seeds on yo head them tiny's a hurt ya,
them pigs'll blast and dash like signs in math,
shoot yo straight in the back like oscar grant
but thats the life of a young ass baller,
sendin kites on the outside like a true shotcaller,
TRIPLE OG, SOOTY M-A-C
might find him in yo cage, cold cashed, fast asleep