And if I die ion want no peace
I want my all niggas to ride for me
Go to war commit a homicide
Put a nigga down put him in the sky wit me
Rebel gang everything we like a
Cartel you can call me wat u want just don't call 12 hold dat pole wit two hands like a Barbell clip go both ways look dat bitch look like shark tale in this bitch mixing weed like A cocktail Nd my shit got dat fresh up out da jar smell I tell her suck this dick until her Jaw swell she know this bone big like a oxtail I'll put him in a box if he box well send his Ass to god like hot mail told my niggas if Dey wrong I'll be right there and the day