Transcription (en)

Nah, I'm getting ready, you know, it's your young little birthday. Hey, boozy, man, you need to cut that shit out, man. You talking about letting it go? Ain't letting shit go. No, nigga, you a fucking hoe. And you broke my heart, threatening a nigga with a lawsuit. Acting like a bitch, acting like one of these hoes or something. You threatening a nigga with a lawsuit, you threatening to take a nigga to court. Like a fucking police, like you, what the fuck? I knew you, I knew from the jump. I had assembled so many of Trill found a record label property. I assembled so much and interpreted so much of their music. I already had a relationship with your label. I knew from the jump you didn't own the music. So when I reached out and I offered you $100,000 fam, you said that wasn't enough. You got me fucked up. I ain't going for nothing. Ain't nobody finna be pressing me. You got a nigga go to court. You a bitch. You a ho. You ain't no gang. You ain't nothing. You can take a nigga to court.