Bitch ass have you confessin
Like a d-t left in state of depression
You under pressure, intact no doubt catcher
The snitch-snatcher tookin wit asthma
You casper, you yell my name
Thats only givin me props
Plus the fans that you got, wonderin what’s got you hot
Its too not, knocked out the box and got rocked
Got raped on the island, you officially got
Kick that thug shit, vibe magazine on some love shit
Keep it real kid, you don’t know who you fuckin wit