its caution yeah i know u heard of me/ da boy wit heatas thatll leave u burned in the 3rd/ get u murdered b yall niggas is scurred of me/cuz aint nuthin to leave ya face all burgundy/and i got no patience i hate waitin/while u stood there shakin i been cakin/ u need to stop fakin before u get hit up in da hood and left wit no traces/ so be calm cuz my palm/ stay armed with sumthin thatll rip off ya arms/ man um thru one