Untitled Song

Take eight jakes to the lakes for their fate,

Load em fakes up in crates,

drive em to the end with no brakes,

I flake cops, OD while your bitch made glocks,

I follow the MO, I ditch then hop,

G-man, near the forest fire,

hobbits shire,

I fly near the bitch in the kitchen,

Flow like coke and ditch them with a slick pen,

I flip hens, and deliver them rawer than chickens,

They move dope, coke, I float boats

 

Kick ten emcees,

I trick then plead reece,

 

I ran