Now think about it, you want innocent people to die?/
You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie
I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though
To sum it up, your dead wrong about what you think you know/
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
You other rappers think its about how much paper u stash
I used to think about you all the time
For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine
Im about to tell you what i think and how i feel
The reason why they had to give me a deal
When you took my hand up so calm
But did you think about your mom,
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