Yo, lets get this shit going man.
This is directed to all my white and black niggas.
My pirus about that life
They get in that hooptie, drive around and jump that 'foo.
I'm about that harley, cruise around and do a wheelie into that 'foo.
I'm a fucking Ex-USMC, got that elite fucking weaponry.
Shoot you up like I did to Iraq.
Bunch of arabs in body sacks.
Grab my tool, gun down that fool
Hear the echo sound of my 9mm rounds
Better get down when you hear that sound
I'll pop ya fucking head off
Get ma  ISIS in this bitch choppin ya fuckin' head off
I grew up in the hood, had to duck when you heard the fools shoot
From a young age I was the only man in the house, on the grind to get that paper.
I was on my fucking own but the brothers took me to my new home
Had to earn that vest with blood sweat and tears, now I'd die for my colours. Shoot for my colours, do anything against a nigga fuckin' with my colours.
Shoutout to Vince S the big homie for giving me a home, without that nigga I would still be on my own
I slang that coffee, they call me the Candy Man
Got a bunch of hoes on my dick, wanting that candy fuckin' dick.
Junk fuck around, pop him with a 9mm round'.
I'm that marksman, one shot and you're dead.
Dead to sleep, get a casket for your permanent sleep.
Have my prospects listening to me, I tell them to hustle and they fuckin hustle
Have your hoe listening to me, she suckin my dick, gagging on my spit.
Spit in her mouth, spread her out and pound her around
She keep coming back for more,  she like that rough treatment by a white guy like me
I'm white till I die, proud to be fucking white. I die for my white niggas, not racist but true to the life. I love my black niggas that stay true to the street and die for the street, on that grind and fuckin' a bitch from behind.
I come from that street, slang dope on that street. Kill on that street and skeet skeet on that street.
This is all I had to say, stay true and hustle err'day.