Nigga... what the fuck is wrong with you?
Never once did I come out with a song at you.
Comin' at me like I'm a bitch that throws thongs at you
Now I'm a roll you up and get like Cheech and Chong on you.
You honestly truthfully don't know who you're talking to.
This is lyrical combat. I would have walked you through,
But you made out to be the enemy. Teaming up with Godzson.
I'm writing back, nigga. Smack me. Is there a prob, son?
I'm no rookie--I don't know how many times I've said it
But no matter the message, niggas still just don't get it.
Now I must make some feelings hurt, and they shall regret it,
If this was in the street yo friends would be callin a paramedic
Because you'd be fucked up for pullin' a stunt by tryin' to stunt
With the rhymes you wrote against me which had the affect of a blunt
Rolled up with no weed in it. A Benz with no keys in it.
I've killed you're bitch ass friend but he won't indeed admit it.

nigga i know u aint no rookie
i never said ghetto m u want a cookie
all i wanted to know if u were in my side
but i guess not cuz u reply
to me
saying i am a pussy
and that u goin to murder me
like u did u godzson
and if me and u were in the streetz nigga i would of killed u with ma gun
this dont have to end like this
we also could get together and destroy
other ppl shit iight so holla at chur boii

I coulda sworn that you said you and Godzson was gonna go for me.
So I just set the record straight in mines, so to speak.
But let me know what it is, son, and I'll apologize.
If there is no beef between us, then we can reconsile.