Deicide

Fallen niggas in a fat blunt and I face them

Yo niggas steady hitting kids, they should jail them

Skinny hoe look like necro, sword of all-black

None of my niggas death row, get a call back

I looked at my son and I instilled this in his head

You go on a hit you just make sure that bitch is dead

Send them off my momma taught me that shit for the feds

Build her up like credit then I crash her through the bed

Yo bitch pain in the neck, don't get a call back

Always wanna go do this and that I'm trynna stall that

Know I keep that iron and somebody bitch is getting fucked