This is a song about "Rip to my niggas"

Forcing me to stumble and fall while i pick up my best friend and rip him from a dead crawl,

I'm about to re-killcock it in yo earresurrect and disappearbitch i'm bigger, you small

Barely breatin believin that the world is a prison

I got to rip it over, spit it sober, lip it under my tongue

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Rip to my dad and my cuz,im just a very polite thug,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

My verbals rip shit brains give birth to thoughts in triplets

To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Niggas dream of a triple beam, my dreams lead to a murder scene.