u say my rhymes dont make sense well heres a holla
i dont make fukin cents i only make dollars
i fucked ya mama, potentelly, i could be ya father
maybe, cuz im older than you
i got bigga shoulders than you
your hearts my bullet holda for 2
ma shoes are size 10 yours are thirteen
if i did it again, id name your sister christine
yo moms a feen, she fuked for a cigarette
dont make threats that youll later regret
cuz your in debt to me so show some respect to me
this aint a prophecy, its motherfukin destiny