yeahhh me too

I am the one, don't weigh a ton
Don't need a gun to get respect up on the street
Under the sun, the bastard son
Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family
By any means, your enemies my enemies
We wet them up like a canteen
The yellow tape surrounds the fate
Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates.

Thank you for reading this.
I will never see any of you again, as I will be leaving for canada in a few days.
Thank you for being there when I didn't need anything.

Moist Meaty Sausage.