diallo i cudnt under-stand u...walkin on a lower skyscaper floor...
askin 4 more...i giv u a 100 dollars in the red district n u cudnt score...
i lyrically show u the door...punch hard...show u the floor..
starin at ceilings most ur life..ur wack n 4 that theres no cure...
chop onions raw to watch u cry...diss me still askin urself why...
so now its time to dig a grave...carve a coffin...so much pain u wish to die......1