The thoughts of death cloud my mind As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed but who really got my back now that them niggas done hit the grave I'm killing them off for the olds days 24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple cush and make me sicker than sick and even get Ripgut Cannibal if you wish cause nigga it's EBK everyday all day to the day I die I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10 AR15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk and a black beany disguise That nigga that you can't see glocks and locs over my eyes crept like a black cat with a mac with a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that crack took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5 So I let 'em have it bounce to the O you know trippin on that Indonesian shit and a 9 millimeter for you to dump and put one in your bitch and put her in her grave with that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip then bounce to that ounce with a lack and a mac and a fat pack shit I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when I grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one nigga so rest in piss