text: Uh, steps out the pad with the dufflebag, all the guns I had
  Sippin Granddad, bout to make his momma sad
  I cant stand him and I dont know him
  And he dont even know Im bout to blow him, bout to show him
  What goes around comes around, he shouldve thought about it
  Now he got to talk to God about it
  I mean this, nothing between this four-fifth and the head center
  I got a scope with the infa
  Boom, boom, coward niggas got to meet they fate
  The faggot got Jason on his license plate, motherfucker
  And he parkin, pass the gat, Im bout to spark him
  Lord forgive me, beg your pardon
  Hey, playboy!