This is a song about "Your horrible"

Let's keep it g, nobody see you when you being humble

And thought of death creeping in my mind was so horrible.

Malcolm sex is horrible

A criminal grind mean hustle

Your on fire.. your on fire

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Its a horrible one, but it doesn't seem to be the worst.

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

First off congratulations on the win

And you look horrible, you got no fashion.

I got that goodman game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Horrible conditions, will get to me fast,