Restricted sign, let the don enter Scribblin' a line, ruler's too short to measure Not my dick, but accomplishments Stealin' my sauce, imma take it as a compliment It's just condiments, I got other dips to keep my worry on Stretch the phone line, I am Saul, you are Marion Snitchin' ass bitch you ain't even gonna live long Fucker like you prolly come fore' this song finish I'm the landlord, you're a ten year tennant Curfew at 9, I'm your strict bitch parent You're afraid of me, cause I ate seven Cause you're a six, get it? this verse is ass Imma get back on track Like railway hostages You're fairway, yo bitch want it in the cup Imma leave a mark, like stamps or postages Tiddies stickin on windows that are tinted up