Pull up on a stark with enough white to kill a horse
Bruises from tip-to-toe and as he grows his bubble-wrap smalls.
Cause he fucks a ho who he calls his wife,
An ipod mind to you walkman guys
When you was leaving, did he put up a fight
Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide
He was coppin' hits and poppin' cris, he was a rocker kid,
But that was fiction, some coward got the story twisted
Untill he hears a pop and gets shot.
Ever since then i had no job
Fine young man with an old man mind
The day a kid gets signed
I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money
His life started to be a misery, and all of these happened because he listened to stan his enemy
And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
African queen got what you need
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