Yo, shyt ain't even sound right son,....
Dis nikka over here over here over her, and alluvdat.
Son, don't no white come down from tdot or the treal.
They don't even talk in pounds my nikka,...not at all.
Not even from the greater van, son.....
Man, whoisdese motherfukkers.
Y'all ain't no angels or triad who da fukk,...knock at the door.
*knock, knock,...
Checks doors....
Silent muted,...oh sheit-ski mental shyt ya pants son reaction!
Naw naw not like this son,....
Not like this son,.....
Call my mother,....tell her to get Decker down at the extradition port on canal and then hit the county when they transfer me son,....
Gets carted away,.....
Art Barr