Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,
Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin
Masturbation seems to be primary aim of this nation,
And their luxury life of crime, i'm writing rhymes on iron horses,
So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love
Wearing sweaters your grandma sewn
So don't follow me home
Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy
Your content is fucked up,what the fuck is gay tea?
"stay strong, keep your faith in god," what i told him
Why not just regular masturbation
But for long time i had gone cold
And if i everest, i won't die old/
It aint funny, they got money bags stacked higher than everest
Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink
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