Verse 2 Some get a lil some get none/ some choose to be legal some choose the gun/ i went both ways bisexual wit this life thing cuz ya never know what tomorrow bring/ purple haze eye's galzed over/ stay drunk off crystal and moet never ever sober/ i was living it up/ new jewls wit dimond cuts/ madd sluts/ pakage shipped out of state missed a date what the fuck/ he think i'm stupid/ must have cuz it's been a week/ even though i payed low dough for the key/ now it got me thinking bout my baby girl and her mother jail cell's end of my world/ no more good life late night coming home hyped/ cuz ya had 20 in ya crew when you was in a fist fight/ got to body that man/ but what if he fed laying in my bed thoughts of self destrution poluting my head/ cuz if i off myself leave the money for my seed then i'm better off dead/ bring all kind of drama to her momma to/ write my final note to her saying i'm sorry for the trouble i brought you/