Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil
My rapping made you soil
My balls get lubed in oil
You have laid your footprint in the soil
Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl
Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol
Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems
My soil struck and it produced deadly live stream and ajna eye beams
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