This is a song about "I ain t trippen"

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

Bt i m sure dat my dick for u will be t pain

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

You don;t thin anymore

Wolf gang, kill em' all

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Then i vomit on your t shirt like it's mom's spaghetti

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

None of them wouldn`t understand the message i deliver

You say you ain fake or plastic? ha that's sarcastic, fool youre fake as graphics

Ya can't stand it when someone talks shit about ya marijuana hits.

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust