I sink in my teeth cause these niggas is sweet/Predator to the prey, you should pray for the weak/Spray out Caprices, drive by with the reaper/I hang out the window like I’m an AC/Bodies turn cold after losing your pulse/Turn that dude to a ghost like the homie SP
The Game and his cohorts embracing the jungle mentality, the one that seems to best embody the mainstream rap world. But it’s a social jungle and the biggest weapon is hype, which is noticeably absent from this wilting flower of a song. A big hindrance is the beat selection, watery at best.