yall be trippin of this shit when iam finshed it,
but yall niggas got nothing so get rid of it,
dont mess with the master of this rappin shit,
i was born with it,
i speak and sleep with it,
if i cant then i cry with it,
but thats old ,not now but fortold,
so as long as you know who runs the show then just forget it,
the masters no what happing so dont forget it,
they call me casper cause down on jane and finch niggas get at me,
holla and chat wit me,
so when iam gone dont carry on and celebrate,
cause my 12 gauge shottie gots you locked up and casterate,
one two three you cant see me cause iam casper and a ghost is what you see,
boo,
ha ha ha ,
my love for this shit gets high ah ah ah,
but for the platinum i go buck rah rah rah,
no more fucking around lets get down,
and finish or discussion,
about how much blood you will be gushin,
iam done ill be back but watch your back,
cause the last thing youll need is,
A GAT ON THIS TRACK