This is a song about "Abuse above accept"

Cruisin in bottles, lottery tickets, and drug abuse

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

Well i know it now but still i can't fucking accept

Bitch niggas be afraid to speakwe the last ones left

Don't want to be the king

Abuse and trafficking

To accept we got shit i feel used

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Then play you all my latest shit

Should you choose to accept it

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

// satanic voice: satanic ritual abuse, just let loose,

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I keep forgetting karma's circling above,