Ayo...

Are we friends?... Your out to see if we lost trust//
Catch my drift?... Quik your finally washed up//
Lets keep it gangsta, where you drivin’ those weak lines//
You lost your way, do I have to put up street signs//
I’m sweepin’ this battle so you should just accept the loss//
Time to put a broom to his mind and clean up his thoughts//
You’ll get burned steppin’ to me, like Chinese and cayjun spice//
Your gettin’ sent home embarrassed like little kids with head lice//
Face it...you aint nice, this battle's so obvious I dont need my "contacts"//
Dont need to see cuz your a lost cause like Bobby Brown and Drug Free commercial contracts/