text: Ridin round town same old seven stilo
  Nigga couldnt change you could blame it on my ego
  Yungun started grinding man I did it on the d-low
  Came back shining with that 4th quarter free throw
  Game time nigga even if get the rebound
  Hoes tryna figure where I be now
  But that love shit aint somethin I dont see now
  Lost, still profound, and every day it go down
  My niggas got a name now
  These other niggas lame now
  So I do my thang just to bring them haters pain now
  Nigga Matt Martians told the boy to write a verse
  Came in killin aint even need to rehearse
  Swear I take it down and I make that girl disperse
  And I aint just kill it man I put it in a hearse, Im back home, like
  Suck it up, cock it up
  Time is when the clock is up
  Cause you dont have to talk for us to chop it up 
  Freezer burn, erection when I see you squirm
  For me not to get inside your face Im the newest dermatologist
  Blood on my shirt no one acknowledged it
  From teenage babes leaving dates I got to followin
  Swallow it, clean it off, polish it
  Axe you up in the back of my shack, fuck some hollow tips
  Throw you in my deep creek of self-esteem on some shallow shit
  The Kids used to tease now Im hiding in the leaves of the trees where the school where their teen daughter attend
  I grab them by the pelgro throw them in the passenger
  To balance up the color of my van it matches egg yolk
  My only fucking way to calm down, the view of dead folk
  This movie fuckin sucks
  Because the pay per view is dead ho now shut the fuck up and work magic with esophagus