Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto
You are calling me homo? i will dig a tomb for a mother fucker like you, right in the snow
I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening
It was snow season and the weather was 20 below freezing
I never gave a fuck and that's what they love
You kids are new,youve been in the new ages
Why are all these kids livin in plead,
African queen got what you need
Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack
Two times for the chicks with the right bag
Kids crying in the background
Boy you know ill smoke you out
Carefully packaged with snow
Maybe we just need to slow
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