Hollows to points/ dats me wit out ma joint/ fuc yall dont gotta worry nomore/
spread bullets across ya chest like chips from connect 4/ easy oh my fault i now im kind of greasy/ slippin my hands down my pocket clutchin nat D.Eezy/ nice hell naw im betta then nat/ got a fixation for gun totin and tearin ya back off/ thats right ya know tha deal you heard i was right/ shit im totin around bigger than george marisaun height/ Have ya suspended like school principles/ lick shots from ya legs eusophocus and outta ya left ventricle/ bow down nigga time we get some order/
i'll decapitate cha head and send one to ya aorta/ yo i now you dudes mad you cant stop us/ if you think cassidy closet look like a gun store check out my locker/
uhh yea he even said his jacob look like crushed diamond glasses/ nigga my shit look like police lights and fruit roll up plastics/ so who want wit me whose bold
oh by the Way Im 16yrs old.