I ain't no playa hater, but I'll hate a playa if you push me.
See nigga while you standin there usin' all your heart to look the part with your cold steel eyes, nigga you don't realize you just, PUSSY, for sale.
You see I would call you female but you too frail... While she held queen I mean your existance is fractionally vaginal, like the slits of the whores you use to fit your feeble needs, you know saturated soil and faulty fertalizin' you sew your future seed to be just like you pussy, for sale.
On corner auction blocks lost flocks of bretheren now invested in by this america with stocks of cocaine, temporary monotary gain exchanged for eternal pain, while the stain of your off reality remains forever imprinted in actualality on your kids and in your kids as they too have to suffer with you through the bids, just... kids. 
Try not to let those lonely echo's bother knowing his father does not answer when they hollar due to their undyeing infatuation with the dollar, has been street scholared now thief the dollar through glass, and as the years past they grow fast and begin to understand, damn.
Dad didn't have to go away from us just because he didn't love us. Just that he wasen't no real fuckin' man. 
I be like... oh damn.
That's that kat who changed his name from david to iatola, high roller motarolla soldier tech-9 under his polar ass nigga, don't know his future or his past nigga, but that fast trigger got this di-cast 40 ounce swigga got him thinkin' that his shit is bigger... than mine...
Nigga it's not supprisin' to find that your state of mind has got you parkin that 63 thousand dollar lex you flex right outside your mothers hard earned 22 thousand dollar duplex you know the one right next to the projects where; psudo-elated co-gang created crime related manhood got you assed out nigga, gettin' high till you pass out nigga, quick way up fast way out nigga, how you figure your shit is bigger... than mine.
Now I tell you, these fucked up times and hard core rhymes got you throwin' up gang signs and claimin' coats or shades of color with shameless votes of emotionless lovers that gazed apon with ice that clutters that opinion of that religion you do not follow, your faith has evaporated and made your soul hollow, childhood dreams turn pharmacutical schemes got you fucking with tripple beams, kat killin' robbin and stealin' for a peice of this fucked up american pie ass nigga, ready to die ass nigga, fly ass nigga, sit you in a cell you probibly cry ass nigga, how you fuck you figgure, your shit is bigger... than mine?
I see you, diamond blinkin' cuban lincon and 4 length mankin', all thrillin' on disillusional thinkin', and as the government subsedized these labratory highrises with new chemical supprises, you continue to hide your true self behind movie gangster disguises, oblivious to what lifes true prize is, equatin' stupidity with the length you think your dick size is, the truth in your eyes is falseified, fabricated while you sittin' waitin' for your fate to be debated by a joury and judges who held up with 450 years worth of grudges nigga, get back, get back and rediscover how to be an honest father, loyal lover, rightious brother and not just another, mother, fuckin', NIGGER.