text: Hello?
  Aw shit, nigga! The fuck time is it, man?
  Oh, God damn
  Nigga, do you know what time it is?
  Aw shit, what the fucks goin on?
  You aight?
  Ah, nigga, what the fuck is wrong with you?
  When I die, fuck it, I wanna go to hell
  Cause Im a piece of shit, it aint hard to fuckin tell 
  It dont make sense, goin to heaven with the goodie-goodies
  Dressed in white, I like black Timbs and black hoodies 
  Godll probably have me on some real strict shit
  No sleepin all day, no gettin my dick licked
  Hangin with the goodie-goodies, loungin in paradise
  Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
  All my life I been considered as the worst
  Lyin to my mother, even stealin out her purse 
  Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion
  I know my mother wish she got a fuckin abortion
  She dont even love me like she did when I was younger 
  Suckin on her chest just to stop my fuckin hunger
  I wonder; if I died, would tears come to her eyes?
  Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies 
  My baby mothers eight months, her little sisters two
  Whos to blame for both of them? 
  I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullshit
  Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit 
  And squeeze until the beds completely red 
  Im glad Im dead, a worthless fuckin buddha head
  The stress is buildin up, I cant— I cant believe 
  Suicides on my fuckin mind, I wanna leave
  I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin callin me
  But nah, you wouldnt understand
  Nigga, talk to me please, man!
  You see, its kinda like the crack did to Pookie in New Jack
  Except when I cross over, there aint no comin back 
  Should I die on the train track like Ramo in Beat Street? 
  People at the funeral frontin like they miss me 
  My baby mama kiss me, but she glad Im gone 
  She know me and her sister had somethin goin on
  I reach my peak, I cant speak 
  Call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak 
  Im sick of niggas lyin , Im sick of bitches hawkin 
  Matter of fact, Im sick of talkin 
  Gunshot
  Ayo, Big! Ayo, Big!
  Please hang up and try your call again
  Please hang up— Is a recording