Like in the days of good ol' Texas
My aim is precise, my reputation is wreckless.
I don't have to pay a lot of taxes
But still I get my interests protected.
Not by the state, but by "thirty-eight"
And also a "fourty-five"in a bloody drive-by.
As for you, you're not cool, you're not fly no more,
Your only audience is dead bodies in the morgue.
Wrapped up in plastic and custom made casket
For trying to front like you're Ol' Dirty Bastard.