They Claim That I'm Violent Just Cuz

God Will Judge My Heart, Man Will Judge My Actions.

First Ship Them Dope, Let Them Deal To Brothers, Give Them Guns, Step Back And Watch Them Kill Each Other.

I Don't Know How To Change The World But I Know If I Keep Talking About How Dirty It Is Out Here, Somebody Gon Clean It Up.

People Die And People Cry People Want Me Dead.

Hoping They Bury Me With Ammunition, Weed, And Shells. Just In Case.