This is a song about "This was my version of dmx"

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Im too hard. da rap version of bernard hopkins. nigga

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Up on her. i was doing my thing i was getting this

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

I was afraid of this, just like i'm scared of a spider

He cant win he's the version of a crack baby drivin a broken down suburban

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

And play some playstation? i disii'm like a psycho version of miles prower, i got

They even raped her so we blazed they padautomatic shots rang out, on every block

Blood, sweat, and tears, it’ll be on your local walmart rack, soon

Wrap em up in jizz like its my version of a cocoon,

Im new to, working this perfect, my version of wordings occurring in few spews

We're aware of these scary truths, daily we bury'em while we evade the news

And the message of this letter was born

Make a cold heart broad whole inner parts warm