Strange Universe

It's BK kids, count the DOA enforcers 
  When mauve goose come off with G's runnin the horses 
  It's only right I come rhythm and weapons 
  Ghetto slime and Stetsons, militant like Waco, Texas 
  Section shot apart from rhymes that are gun-smart 
  And PJ sparks like a swing cloth, with metal off 
  Cock D and drug pump like the mescaline 
  To my left, is the drug version of Billy Madison 
  Rocks with sling, women diets like Mabel King 
  It's a Medina thing, fat knots or chicken wings 
  Eat my ass if you want somethin 
  Fuck the frontin, cause goons own lyrics like David Ruffin 
  Welfare since birth, speak earth 
  Morbid tales bout cats in jail, hangin rap kings with rusty nails 
  Five bloods, one trash, fallouts and ghetto war 
  Peace to PJ's, Adrian Brothers, take the board