 Many, many, many, many men Wish death on me Every night I talk to God but he don't say nothin' back I know he protected me but I still stay with my g** in my nightmares Keep pullin' g** on me Psych to say some b**ch done put a hex on me The feds didn't know much when pop got s**t I got a kite from the pins that told me tuck got knocked I ain't gon' spell it out for you m***** all the time Are you illiterate?