Stop your blood clot cryin'...This Nicca Talks Money ?...LOL...I got these Air Max Jogs Lookin' like they got 10 ince ceiling fans on em'..I Slide through the Drama with my ears lookin' like 250 watt light bulbs are in em'...I'm in my kitchen Choppin' a Pie...Room smellin' like I'm burnin' 8 trucc tires...
...I'm housed in a terror Dome nicca...I wanna see if you hard as nails when the hammer is presin' on your throat...My niccas got bad tempers...So think wise brother...Or I might just aim at your mellon..And I ain't tryna graze it...Ask around before you get batted down .... Even them Chiccs of yours will say '' No not him ''
...Your Father...
Keys....