G-Money niggas say we all we got, but they want me like Kennedy
That's never offending me
What else could they do when they worst don't belittle you
So how could they shit on you, when they don't got shit on you
If you was the ground, they still couldn't spit on you
Niggas is gimmickers, mimickers
Bark like a pit, but he really a miniature
Just a miniature mix of two dogs that's missing they d**k
What other way can I say you a b**h, b**h
They say I changed, but it's still the same
With a side of p**y, sunnyside up with the yolk running
Already know that she better, better keep the d**k down
Or another b**h get dicked down
She say, Zone, you know what
Sometimes you a real d**d