 hands on, he fuck around, get polished, fucked on Wayne, girl, like he was in jail, that's conniving, then get his face tatted like a bitch apologizing, I'm glad D-Rose came home, y'all didn't deserve him neither, from Alonja down to Central, nigga better not speak on Serena, and your homeboy need subpoena, that predator moving flocks, that name gotta be registered, then paste on neighborhood watch, I lean on you niggas like another line to walk, yeah, it's all eyes on me, and I'ma send it up the pock, ay, put the wrong label on me, I'ma get them dropped, ay, tweaking music, and I won't pass the ox, ay, how many stocks do I really