[Intro]
Ain't that the word on the street?
FLYGOD has the best sh*t
[Verse: Keisha Plum]
The grimiest of all time
He said my poetry is aging like fine wine
He shot the ni**a in the chest seven times
Did him filthy, but that ni**a was trippin'
Pray for rainy nights so we can catch the ni**a slippin'
Plum poison he'll be sippin'
Destroy his life, complete the mission
Can only fu*k him if he's a killer
Or the name of his favorite tape start with Hitler