i open my gate and what do is see//
a kid stepping up to my plate like he got something against me//
see when this kid steps up to the mic all he brings is hate//
cause see he just got out of the slammer for 7 acounts of rape//
this punk be more like sisqo shaken his ass like it was some bate//
when my mind starts flowen, i suck da rhymes out of you and leave you looken like a shriveled up grape//
while this kid is trying to grow some grass, i have already fertilized his bitches fine ass//
now this white boy anit got no class, cause he walk around like he wearen a black man mask//
most people act like they got cash, while i roll up behind them flash'em my 10G rims and my custimized benz//
ya all people talk about there 20 inc rims, but can hardly afford the 10's that they ins//
when my vocals hit these mics it is considered a sin//
cause i pass this shit through all of my kin//
when they come home late i ask were the fuck you been//
so i close my gate and let the kid think, cause he kinda look rooster dink pink.