Hunnid, Hunnid
IF I die put me next to Pimp C
I ain't dependant on these hoes
I remember alone
In the winter, in December
I remembe when ya boy wouldn't let met handle it
All these demons in my chest
I might ask 'em if they're straight
And it's too, too fake
And I'll probably see tomorrow cuz I'm gonna die today
Who it be? With the X? And the E?
When I die put me next to Pimp C