You couldnt follow in my footsteps if i just walked-threw-the-sand/
And i'll treat you like a deaf kid and beat ur ass and make talk wit yo hands/
Ive Dug his grave i'll push-him-then-burry-ya/
When it comes to my RB, ur not welcome, like Muslims-in- america/
Word up, now while ya sittin there tuff/
I can see you a “pussy” eventhough you dont have ya “skirt up”/
Its like Im battling “Muhammed Ali” cuz u been “shaking-from-da-start”/
Compare me to ya “ex-girlfriend”... only Ill physicly “brake-your-heart”/
Pop 3 in ya chest, them aim for ya head and not ya vest/
Stab you in the neck, I dont need no “cuffs” to put you into “a-rest”/
I pack pistols, talking bout guns and you gonna get hurt/
Cause you couldnt hold “2 nines” if ya raised an “Wayne Gretzky shirt”/(jersey number 99)
yo was

only spit 10 cause thats all i needed