This is a song about "Daz washer mash en"

En#forcing #borders #swarming #corners like #engaging in #coke

When i be speaking they be geekin' like i'm giving bitches dope

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

When i'd rest my head in your lap watching mash

My raps so high the touch en the ceiling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I need me an engine that go real fast, call it hall/haul of fame once it haul ass

But i'm only a slave to this rap fame, my face scrambled up in a mash,

I wreck-en that im injected, infected do you feel threatened

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

Rapping roulette, this life is a drug

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Some day i hope in-flu-en-ces are also fans...