He cant rap he spits out peaces of shit he think he can see me drive by him when i got the ball dont fall im spinin, makin jester at you spillin cripin as you rap i cant crip to a beat that sounds bad its real sad that you are a wanna be black. I cant buy you anything i spent it on all drugs and my best freinds a thug man that bugs me that you have a chode. im mad at you, you should hit the bricks im gonna go see thos chicks and kick yer ass when i see you next time you dident do a crime yer luckey man i dont play hockey so hit the bricks i dont wanna here you rap again it sounds like crap