"I tried to stay outta love cuz I'd kill me a bytch
I'm just fukkin' and thinking of getting money, too lit to convict
I got one hoe riding my face and the other hoe riding my dikk
Like I'm santa claus, I check a nikka off of the list
I'm the nightmare before christmas, got a fishtank but no fishes
Outside in the deep-end, and even Nemo couldn't find me
I ain't changed on nobody, down cement and I'm grinding
Tryna have this nikka packed up and cremated by this Friday
You incapable of standing your ground, you aint solid
Like a toilet store my diamonds on flush, I'm the shyt, poppin
but we ain't trippin cuz ye ain't fukkin wit us, ain't shyt stoppin
Now she on me cuz my numbers went up, she dikk hoppin
Came thru on them Kawasakis, I hate nikkas like I'm Nazi
I'm on a lotta Roxies, tried to say no to drugs, but they don't listen
Always giving back to youngins in the hood, I know they feel us
I'm a thug, but I be outchea spreading love like its a sickness
I start focusing on me, I was so gone on my nikkas
Yeah I'm a rider, so I find myself in fukked up predicaments
But they know your predicament, lowkey nikkas be hating
For they benefit, they have you in shytty situations"
Only way you figure that this the worst shyt out is you literally don't understand it