And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree
And i ain't puttin' no rims on it, when it's five hundred ya ride factory
My ride old but my rims new,
Cause when i make this stew
As i light one for ill will
Twenty inch nail rifle
Turn money into diamonds and gold
Nudies and some j six, where i’m from it’s cold
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
And i'mma show you how the south was won
But like the diamonds and gold
And i drop top off in a hot cold
You spiteful little bitch taking 12 inch dicks
We all here, from the dealers to the kids
Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her
Lookin like a walmart greater with a 3 inch peter.
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