This is a song about "Guilford courthouse"

Yo we get the dank and bounce

Alright i'm at the house.

It's not making sense to you right now but

I'm staple to this center, like a lay up

He would never be the center of attention, never even tasted

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Then put it in my baggage and send it to an egypt palace

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

They don't wanna see their boy john in the center of a missing persons column

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

But buy a .44, blasting at playa haterswanting more with a thug passion

Yo just drop the gun and we can get you in to a mental institution/

Every sport making baskets at the court

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

Gallery reality fallacy atrophy blew canoeist bruising buss