"Closest ones to me wanna see me in a box
Is it jealousy or am I cursed by the Gods?
My son's mother, don't know when and where to start
All the years that I known her, trick never had a job
Unemployed, that'll get a bytch depressed
But unlike them other boys, she watched me kill em with finesse
I took a turn p*ssy boy, pick up a book and learn
Have yo ass in a church before I end a verse
Rims on the whip got it looking hypnotic
Stuffing money in my pocket as you nikkas watchin
Crocodile python, all my ice on
And aint nobody fukkin with me while the mics on"
nikka JUST STOP IT
