Bloody ink on my past spelled suicide,
Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide?
Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized?
Good and bad happen, wars, nigga chose a side,
Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God,
Who am I?
Its like you heard, God spoke,
Ive seen the ghetto gospel,
The like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low,
Shits to Mary Jane to make me see from them high notes,
The bible or the rifle&goodbye folks.
Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas!