yeah they deserve 2 fry im so high i could fly away and never come back i stack my bread and drive an impala instead my head is light i feel like a kite im sittin at tha computer writin this rap but im still out of sight boy come close 2 me and i will put u threw the ground my gun go off but u cant hear any sound silenced out 2 the max im flowin over niccas head and makin bigger stax of cash ohh mama shake that ass dont stop that shit turn me on cant stop wont stop till this muthafucka gone theres enough bullets in my clip 2 put 60 holes through ya im a gangsta u a straite wanksta im fo real nicca u a real pranksta,if i rule the world shit i do now u want 2 stop me? may i aks how?like 50 cent we rollin around wit guns bigger then bow wow,i cop a bird and then make my money on 5th streat next 2 third avenue come clos and we clappin u when the cops come ima be like danm nigga what happen 2 u?n this is how the story ends wit a big ass bullet wound