You an old man who's tryin to be fly
U air and guess what u about to die
I slay cats on the microphone
Listen up to much and I'll split your dome
Whats the matter try an curse
If we could I'd be cutting you up worse
Try to spit on me I end your life ruthlessly
I smoke packs you can't even afford a loosey g
I swing my ak up on my shoulder by the strap
I shoot you in the face and never from the back
Your raps are weak and god loving
I am god fearing and my raps keep on coming
I pimp in a bent or the roles
Ain't no telling how much cash I doles
You be taking shots of burnetts
My threes be swooshing like jimmer ferdettes