[Intro]
When you consider that there are no substances on the cloth that were conceivably used by an artist
And the fact that the blood on the cloth is human blood it would suggest that the cloth is probably authentic

[Verse]
Yeah...
N***as thought I just started poppin' when I got with Slaughterhouse
I been in foreigns for 20 years fuck you talking 'bout?
Gang members in the crowd, who you thought brought em out
Punchlines on the west, who you thought taught 'em how?
They study my flow on the world famous Wake Up Show
I knew they was stealing but I had to get my cake up though
BuddyVa lashr womes caked up at a bakе-up slow
The money was falling off trees had to rake up dough
(I don't know,) Somе of my enemies might've forgot (I don't know,)
If I catch you in traffic you might get shot (I don't know,)
Hit the block had a cop on my 6'o clock
I'm in the drop, so he searched then asked where did I get the Glock (I don't know,)
Get my ends like twins that’s on the double n***a
Catch me out east I got friends you still in trouble N***a
The Tray Deuces is in it's Triple Fat Goose
Think you in the NBA when my shooter come out the bubble n***a
They’ll be asking where did he go
I’m in Vatican City though
With my African pretty hoe
Really tho
Got my name tatted on half of a titty, yo
What you rappers should really know
You be cappin like fitteds so I don’t rap in your video
To my own friends I used to love you
N***as get close enough to hug you so they can touch you
Got you in between the ropes these n***as double dutch you
Set you up with a bubble butt, nah motherfuck you
To get my respect I gotta take some
The higher you climb up the ladder, now hear the snakes come
Rappers sell a million songs
From hanging with pedophiles
You take baby blood and adrenochrome to stay young (Woo)
They gon' hate me in Holly-weird
Let my gun ring on your chest you getting body pierced
I’m in the heart of the city the part that’s highly feared
20 gold chains on my neck, Haile Selassie beard
Diamonds in the face set the Rollie off
Bitches would ignore me ironic 'cause now they blow me off
Circle of leaders homie I’m not the only boss
COB bandanas the holy cloth (Flag)
(Amen)