“That nikka Bun rip
With one clip, soon as the gun slip
Now I done ripped out my barrelli
Flyin' through yo pelle pelle and
Some smelly red jelly is drippin' out of ya belly
Servin' 'em up like a Deli jumped on my cellular telly
Hoe sell it like it's goin' out of style
You can't see me Marcus so have a
Motherfukkin' Sweet and smile.“