Treat 'Em

Some call it rap,
I call it breathin.
Fronted gangsta mistakes.
That's not believin.
Claims of money,
That swear they are cheesin.
I won't bow my head,
Unless you give me a reason.
Are you bitin like a DAWG,
Or a baby that's teethin?
Cus your nerve got to changin,
Like as if you the seasons.
If you haven't heard the word,
Coming from me then,
You're not gonna be nothin,
Nothing more than a heathen.