On the slab

I'm on the slide, just popped a nigga at my last camp

I'm bowling with the murders, yeah we barking on the V

The closest thing is death to doing time in the pen

When you on the slide you find out if you got a friend

She said she love me and get no letter, I won't trust no bitch

Something's moving on my tray, so I ain't even eat that shit

Don't want no debt, no hook, that fake love, you can keep that shit

I want your time and us, that money cost like 50 cent

That's all it cost to write that letter, but you ain't even do that shit

Would've came out better if I never told her how I feel