This is a song about "Tex watson"

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

Bartender, no ice, bring another shot

Reminisce upon the days when i was watching even stevens/

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Cold world no blanket son

My god isnt dwayne johnson

I jam all music from pearl jam, taylor swift, tupac and grateful dead

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

Knock knock, who there? houdini dissappeargot green, john deere. more green, paul pierce

My brain, oh so trippy satans game. fuckin taylor swift an everythings

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Not to mention rick ross

High off life? my nigga not even

Ask, real rick ross he tell you i gets it in

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

Ran right in ross, lookin' real prominent