This is God's Plan Treo, A Cy Young Pedro, Rice in red 80. Congratulations you finally making Peso's, but in every facet of of life much better, case closed. Pace slow, not even a great foe, I was a body a snatcher but now I take souls. Last time I put this nigga I'm a body cast but this time imma stitch his name in the body bag. This type of fuck boy is a female, says nothing in person but talk shit through a email. I should send some Piru niggas to be you blood, I should send some Grape St niggas to see you cuz. But you ain't bout dat life, on God the only person that you'll bout's your wife. It's like your brother's Chris Brown, your uncle's Joe Jackson, your cousin's Lil Scrappy and to was raised by Ike right? I mean let's talk about your situation. I know a handful of counselors accepting patients. A nigga got issues then a nigga gets to face em, a nigga disregard the the help them he gets to taste it. Listen your Mrs don't deserve any body harm, I seen the damage and that's the reason I got involved, her loyalty is the reason you haven't caught a charge, guess who just got a new job as a bodyguard. One more time i’m sending through 2 niggas, two more times i’m sending through 4 niggas, all 4 niggas holding a 44 drums ringing everywhere you think that it was Coachella. Mask on, mag long, for you tampon, just a friendly reminder this what you asked for. So enough rap talk from this glass jaw, i’m finally seeing exactly what your dad saw. I mean if you were mine, you would get euthanized, then i’d turn the gun on myself and commit suicide. Pops probably like, how the fuck did he make it, 10M sperm and you was the least favorite. Growing up he tried changing you, coaching you, but in revision he wishing Alsaina deep throated you. The life you live is disgusting and sick, feels terrible discovering your son is a bitch. But you the Donkey Of The Day Charlemagne with the hee haw, guess some are born bad, ask God about Esau. Since high school, your careers been on a free fall, suspect bars, mixtapes on a recall. True story you don’t want it at all, acquire taste for swallowed pride, you don’t want respond. Advice, never go against the idol you lawd, starting to feel like Kanye nigga I Am A God. So great luck murking me, it’s still IONS nigga, but you the crews Murphy Lee. I’m giving the boy Bourbon St….bars after bars….I ain’t explaining this surgery. So lil nigga save the threats, I raised you, taught you to feed yourself and place the sets, you been acting out of line, so this beating you deserve, but (be)for I give it to you, go and make your bed…...