he aint built for that shyt.
right now he's crying and blowing snot bubbles.
seeing as how he has bloods who used
to protect him wants him dead he's food
for bloods and crips.
he'll be stitched up and rocking a blood
stained kotex pad soon.
*phone rings*
50 cent: hello
tekashi: I need you bad man
50 cent: who the fukk is this
tekashi: it's me tekashi
50 cent: who gave you my number
tekashi: yayo.....they are gonna kill and then rape me man
50 cent: why are you calling me nikka?
tekashi: you got anybody here that can watch my back
50 cent: I dont know no mexicans mane
tekashi: treyway in here deep and smiling at me
50 cent: claim crip or something nikka.
tekashi: they are gonna kill me fif
50 cent: I hope you aint up in there with rainbow hair.
tekashi: please help me man......they are about to phone check.
50 cent: my phone is about to die.