Yo for real was cracking. Im in the hood and shit, freestyle rapping and breakdancing and shit and this jive mudderfukka starts beef with a playa. How we do. So I roll in da hoopty I got from being on welfare and robbing, and I goes gets me some lean. Word is bond. Where I come from, the hood, you gotta represent. They give us guns and drugs, then wonder why the fuck we thugs. Can you feel me.

I heard you got mad skilz for roasting, and for haxing his myspace and shit. Words to your moms, I came to drop bombs. Hit the fool up for me and ill give you mad props on my next tape. Even fucked around and got a triple double.