like a short pg that dont shoot/just watch me son coz i GOT the scoop/like a 7 deuce coupe from tha stoop /that carry paul pierce im tha truth/lies is a foot and my shoes is ****in smelly/razor sharp as underbelly in tha 1920s/felons ready for a frontal assault/and its all our faults/like heart attacks is chicken salts/and we all got faults/and i cant believe im a bout to die for yall/and while the war is on /lets let our love be the one that kills us all/