Any attempt of muscle from Paul...he's strangled on walls
Hung two inches from da floor...beasts mangled his laws
From his birth & counting...witness no blunt or ounce seen
Combust town scenes...middle finger quotes..fuck Southle
Swisha House for that matter...ya Baltimore cap splatters
From four-five hammers...now that salt on sores lather
I sort & gather clues...no excuse you wit a couple of narcs
He need to feed pigs...Timberlands on like Bubba Sparks
You spit similar to they dietary habits...all wasted leftovers
Career plan break fractioned...like soft bones..& adept yoga

Next person....Lil Cease