writin lyrics wit lipstick is the only way u make ur raps look nice
follow the green cross code 'fore u cross me,always look twice
u just like expired candy, none of your bars make any cents
ur punches r more played than Stevie having one less sense
this nigga battlin me, he’ll get burned worse then a cigarette
his baby momma wantin me, cuz she aint met a real nigga yet
until he has proof of him being ill..... i will just call him wack
cuz last time this kid was ballin.... it was with his fuckin sack