fuck yall cats, keep pumpin that shit yall gonna see the pump, or gats,
this rap, is like crack it ain't gonna get you that much money, to be real i wouldn't even fuck your honey, so why would i shit on you, i guess its not one of yall its a whole crew, let me count one-two, let me stop, all i care you can have empty tummies, not even gonna mention your name, this shit is self-explaintory, if you fuck wit GOODWEED, you fucks wit me, yea thats my town letters flipped around, you keep mentionin the same matching words, like horns, wit porns,
its edgewood that i rep, this is real, everything i spit is ill, my enemies get it quick, like quick rising biscuits. Come round my neighborhood, it won't be all good, yea i use your own words to disrespect you you pud'.