gone bro.

I've been cryin again mind the pen idols like a violin violent con on a rise i devise a storm on to miles then as I try to send a message that'll trial in its a bore born to ghost roasted pork burning till they fork out the piece broken yet deceased im the least of your worries test my feats gory as a leash I wear a collar yet a baller on the streets get the deep end raw of my deal.