Pussies pop pistols thinkin they got permission ta blast, but when i return fire niggaz wanna dipsets like cam,till i ripsets like bad actors, tires look like tractors,red beam on the scope tircks no its a factor, blast ya!,treat dutches like fruit candy and rollup,when i say hold up,BItch i meen hold up!,it's like temptaions i practice my every move till i get it down pat like b.b king wit the blues, sell that profit ta them dudes on the corna of 1st ave leave u on hiawatha wit no cash, u no that!,call me the ufc cuz i like ta throw cats and leave ya skull cap twsted back like a folks hat, u should u no me i got the gam in the palm of my hands,take over bitches homes like my names uncle sam, no lies, so many try ta take me down but fail, and loose lives,heres a pen take a minute ta try, good bye