They said I was an old soul, sole on his own still swole off the sugarcoating rhymes???!! in these bittersweet times still spitting sweet nothings to these women throwing salt on his wound of love, wishing karma could show him love from showing him attention, this retention is detention for being a **** boy ***-hopping, he hopes it soon listens, and says, "I know you love to live, you just hate how you living, you're easily forgiven", paying his dues to choose life or death, he's left not knowing what is left in him..this lifestyle, reserved for the baller cats putting hits on his dawgs switching sides, we ride and celebrate on selling hate to street rats comfortable with purchasing our plan to take the streets, "Sit down or be shot down and never stand tall" was the battle cry so they come with support, recruits coming off the streets dying for this ****, that simping is a version of pimping that makes you broke, catch up to speed with the players that broke the law, but leading a nation to be the greatest one you saw.