whos afta me?it's a trajedy when i clap thee//
into mysery,witout no pitty see i'm sick of deez//
fake ass rapper,turned actors still tryin ta make a cd//
spittin verses sound'n like they all sleepy//
thats when i creep see into they bedroom wit da 50//
i'm simply, click'n things ta make u sick of me,multie cypher king//
ring entering,clamp 'n things tired of fakers front'n rented bling//