still flow'in

I keep shit sewed like a sweatshop
Like crack I'll blast that ass straight to the tip top
I recognize your chick cause she used to do that bop-bop,
in the back seat of my hommies old school drop top
Man I'm so Supa I just can't stop
Cut me and I'll straight bleed hip hop,
and a small trace of THC,
and some poetry,
mixed with a little BarbaraG and JD
Yall muthafuckas don't want no shit with me
I'm nonviolent but a killa runs my psyche
So don't push me or you'll be a piece of fruit on that strange tree