Yo weoo went up but I'll get back to him
First thing's first gotta ruin this kid

Think you gotta girl?

Stop bein delusional confusional musical like a seussical
We losin fuel, not quite empty and im feelin cruel
So i'll refer you back to grand masta slam
A.k.A your "girlfriend" A.k.A your left hand
I'm the man but i aint gotta tell you dat
You already know cause in my presence you can neva stand
UP in flames like your music career
You livin on meer
crackers n cheese and livin in fear
You look like a deer
Caught in headlights and you cant even hear, clearly
Cause your shit dont flow
Your careers no mo' and you did not pass GO
Now im done cuz ive left you in tears
Gather yo self, and come back in a couple years