u couldnt spit wealth with a gold tooth, like jails my bars can hold you//
Vice will make u fold soon, even the title is saying this bitch is old news//
fuck breakin it, i'll rip apart ya heart, stab u wit rhymes while u wish u had bars as sharp//
the only way u'll ever be able to blow up on the scene is when u start ya car//
Battling Vice? damn kid ya thinking was rash, i got the whoop u just bringing the ass//
throw dope shit down? only when u flingin ya stash, u the type to drive after drinking and crash//
I'll leave Funda on his ass like the dude in his sig, my hats off to u only cause it blew in the wind//
guaranteed to take away the life of u n a friend, my looks can kill, so glance in my eyes and start viewin ya end!!!