 Next week, Friday, them a go killin'. It's like we need a dad that know us all. The people drownin' and the banks, the wire, no more talk. If you try fi shine your light, they can get very dark. Anti-social media controlin' every thought. Soon as they get your mind, that's when they snatch your heart. You keep runnin' up your numbers on them killer charts. Your guns, y'all, I say you're wise, but you not very smart. Even the biggest fish in the sea, I look fi sharp.