u the type a clown that'll suck dick just to ride/
aint nobody worried about what this lil fuck implys//
where ya rhymes at? they musta died?/
n u needa stop flowin dog its unjustified//
im good at runnin things like im coachin track/
make niggas lose weight like they smokin crack//
i revoke ya tracks, son please dont ya wack/
i'll fight u closed fist wit an open gat//
dont let ya guard down,cuz B im the closest/
now u lost ya D like u got osteoporosis//
u like locusts, u just a pest/
clap u in ya shoulders and adjust ya stress//
homey u can get in the dirt/
and i aint talkin bout a question mark when i come a riddle ya shirt/
the pistols will hurt, but the truth will kill/
keep flashin ya money n u gone lose ya bills//