Gunfire from the darkest alleys
Where patrons in Escalades looking
For beef — incisors shimmering
In the shining of cell phones
You ain't ready for Poppinz

Where he go to school at?
Son, park the panes
Send a message; they be knowing!
Hazel lying in her blood: Out of love
Money ain't no good here

Gunfire in the projects
Pushing beats on the 23rd floor
Burning down the block
Chopping the leader's head off
You are now a rock star!