its so sick wen i spit, my shytz illiterate, like a lil kid wit no benefits, gangsta this freestyler that, skip talk id rather beat backs wit bats, im an eastsider can u handle that? excuse me srry dont mean to roast but my flo's like butta on ur breakfast toast, fat hoes that boast, but it doesnt really matter cuz yo shyt is wack, wen grown folks speak u shoodnt talk back, so close yo trap, or get nocked tha fuck out, u shood have listened to me wen i said close ya mouth