I bust shots at 'homes' 'top' 'pop thru ya chimney' like when santa comes
Crazy nigga kno to blam the guns he fell out bleedin after he 'ran sum'

He needs a damn nun cause god aint no where near to save 'em
Glocks spray 'em & take u out ya mind when I beam 'em up like 'ray guns'

On some 'presidential' shit wit a lyrical gift if u dont get it u mustnt be present
The rest is irrelevent dont com'plane' 2 me cuz u 'bomb' like september eleventh