That song let mem know nikkas couldnt fukk with big....
Uh, I'm flamin' gats, aimin' at, these fukkin'
Maniacs put my name in raps, what part the
Game is that? Like they hustle backwards
I smoke backwoods, and Duchies
You can't touch me
Try to rush me
Slugs go, touchy-touchy
Ya bleedin' lovely, wit'chyo, spirit above me
Or beneath me, ya whole life ya live sneaky
Now ya rest eternally, sleepy, ya burn when ya creep me
Rest where the worms and the weak be
My nine flies, baptize, rap guys
Wit the holy ghost
I put holes in most, you hold ya toast shakey