I was sleepin' on a busted sprin'
Balanced with bricks,
A sinking ship.
Pulled many tricks
And kicks to fuckin'
Bitches, still hear their
screams on the pillow (oh)
my lungs turned to ashes due
To kilo I puffed, muffed
The hoe nealy drowned,
Foe act as friends(fiend)
Snitches calculate my move
To circulate their dick in her,
Her hair is a masterpiece
She found peace in my pieces
My kisses melted her heart,
She found love in my poetry,
Like Bernie...