Okay my B.M. its time to spin on u like u aint got friends,
im sick of ur doo doo style/
evry ttime im cum out against u its like goin against a child/
ur rhymes and dope/
they blow up in smoke,
evryone no's black mob is fuckin broke,
so move the fuck out of my way,/
well im steppin on ur block wit my fuckin j's,
like timbalaned