The streets was cooler before the frost hit bags face ,
he’s takin crack at a broads pace ,
This cat couldn’t be hot ,
Even if he had flamin grips on his AK’s ,
You dress and prostitute in order to get paid ,
You could ring ya girl friend ,
Wit a rock around her pinky ,
Soar Kaid buys chicks diamonds ,
Wit the 1 carat top lookin dreamy ,
Your first fling was sleezy ,
She sucked me off ,
like one of those strawberry straws ,
she digs Kaid ,
cuz she likes the gangsta print on my draws ,
If I run ,
the presidential spots open up ,
my glock “safety” off like “locks” not sow’n up ,
I’ll take a nutrino bomb and blow your universe up ,
Closed casket ,
Pay the driver at the wheel when ya hearse pull up