4-3... yea, remember that please
By a gang called the police
That y'all can start a crew called the truckers!
And this world's mine, but the womb is hers
I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
I am gonna learn a smell that is called suicide death
Put your whole goddamn career in a casket
That they made a new genre for you called hop hip
You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir
That is called being a problem setter
Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you
Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true
Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political
Apb called for killin two pigs in the field, hittin a double
Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad
All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that
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