This is a song about "O s t mus tis nt"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

A, b-s-t-r-a-c-t, come in smokin' green, talk about a stupid question, you feelin' me?

But look, she went and dialled triple o

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time

But now i got a problem with that little white rock

My j-o-b to roast or fry this age old beef till the mic is h-o-t,

Leaving a jaw in awe unable t-t-t-to comment.

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Ran for the other one and choked him till he could nt breathe no more

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Flexin' hard nigga all the time