In my herb shuttle with a white bitch feeling lustful
With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual
Washing these holy lands in their heathen blood,
Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend
I'm not your average girl so i don't do dishes,
Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love
Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black
The young white boy with weed in his backpack
I'm a great white...your merely a mackerel with no insight,
People speak as if they need me, they deceitful inside
You ain’t never been higher than this
A round, white-leather ball with red stitches.
A rapper with a vision beyond dishes, 5,000 dollar fishes.
Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love
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