 I be prayin' for the street Tell Petey that I miss him Can somebody give my number to him? Plus he lost his son, that's my lil' cousin, he got trauma to him Creole pot, window up, blackout, thunderstorm Ronald Momma, no, I love him even though I ain't been talkin' to him Play with me, get back door, he'd rather left the office door Don't get shot on my block cause Saint Bernard ain't got no trauma unit He was filled with Zanzalene, now he filled Obama floor The killer's gotta step in for the peace, can the rappers do it? I can, shout out to who locked up, who was locked in