My blood G cold, never seen my dad cry. And I'm a bleed your block til the cash dry!

My whole persona is vodka bottles and marijuana The hope in Nana was rockin', inspired from my Mama

I talk alot about death so I should do it soon... Maybe under the cold breeze of a bluish moon

Luck is when skill meets opportunity.

The half moon on the bank of the river's devotion. That's the stab wound, born from the killer emotion

I wanna never have birth and fail as a father. I would never want the illness that killed in my Nana

Lucifer is God in the public school system