Mic. Jordan what you fly? Bitch please i seize you in the air as you cease to raise to the sky. Cause I'm the top of the pops materialistic drop creme of the crops motha fucka that you can't stop. Nope me i'm rollin you for your shoes jewlery and clothes. Then i go to your girls place and start takin your hoes. Thats just how it goes. No need to sit down and write it thats just how it flos. Man i thought you knew what everyone knows. You go t four lines thought you was a boss. You more like a punk in the club bout to get tossed. This bitch ain't murderous hommicidal he's rhymin in this post at 100 years old thats suicidal. And by the way you could never flow the way i do