One thug realized the hood channels are like wood panels
Hard to nail as retards fail go to jail and treated like camels
Burn and stress wounds and turn success tunes to crap
His blinging situation caused a stinging sensation like rap
Bees that swarm from trees hurt arms and knees sound the alarm
Harm come, he was sadly defeated and badly cheated out
Of his fame he dwindle in a swindle about street clout
A stony block feels like a phony stock deal no money
For his flow funny in society with a variety of dummy
Techniques from peeps and scum beats, life is crummy
Undergo combustion, thunder, and throw destruction on microphones
Strong like Samson