I'm the 45, I'm the seed for the grass, I'm the rat in wheat, I'll hurt you worse
Till I hear, till I see, I'm cancer
Missing is what you want, check the police, you get it
I'm not bad at all, say you can't defend it
So jump back up, ain't them ready to say it
Hustle police, if a war dem a beg it
You war, war, war, they know it benefit
They douse the principal and she'll lose the profit
Demots wanna fist up meh, they rock you