My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet
Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
After lebron, i'm what's next
I call heads, but i get sex/
If it's me that catch you, you're fried
Now im thinking rapping weed, rapping weed
But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps
I stay awake , dreaming for sex
Me and your mum had rough sex
11.1.11 is when it all makes sense
Just trying to decipher between violence and sex
Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds
I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money
I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy
Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense
A whore is someone who want money for sex
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