Rappin bout blunts and broads, Tits and bras, ménage à trois, sex in expensive cars.
When I release, you loose teeth.
The second time I went to jail, I was like, 'okay, this is not the move.'
Get ready to die, tell God I say hi.
The hustlers on the corner were my role models.
Never trust nobody, your moms will set your ass up.