Look SPEATS you shook on streets so you write lame
Can’t make the hood tame why protect your good name?
Rhyme not thrilling and deft why talk of killing yourself?
Look your true pride fried just to talk of suicide no wealth
In this, should be teeming with life not steaming with strife
Become a quitter quick when there’s bitter conflict a knife
Maybe useful and advice can be crucial so keep it on the down low
Your stats collide and about the cats that died how do you know
They landed in Heaven? A place of delight and peace but yo
In hell they have to fight the beast so chill homey have a cup of coco
And you call me whack the tall fact is your rhyme didn’t make sense homey