This is a song about "65"

Smoking a roach on the sofa with the lights all off,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

Flowing sweeter than some motherfucking molasses,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Take a minute by yourself to psychoanalyze it,

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Rolling up a paper, blunt wraps go to vapor, in a puff,

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

Knock-knock, i'm coming in, even if you're not at home,

Gets older, bolder, and cold cause he's left alone

Cracked bars, i bring the cacophonous heat,

Will i, succeed, paranoid from the weed

If theres no i.d. adios got no interest in minors

Pull it apart with a hammer and a pair of pliers,

Man up girl nigga, i don't give a fuck

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,