Ayo,
AK47 line,
rich boy on the beat.

Ayo,
re a fishermen family girl?,
and,
Some people call me, some people,
don't.

Some people hate me,
some people love me.

Some people,
are my friends,
some people are my haters.

I don't care who ever do.

That's their own choice.

Who you like, who you don't,
that's your choice.

When they find their crap,
they're gonna get crap.

When they're gonna get any kind of music,
When they're gonna get any kind of melody,
they should say I would've brought my crap.

My loser-one-boy is hip,
and how stupid the girls are bringing their crap,
They're honest, and pretty on sale.

Some are all my friends,
and some are powerful.

Some of them feel really valid for being honest,
some of them are telling that crap.

Some would consider that I'm Macho.