This is a song about "Yellow lasagna the bell jar logic"

The road ain't yellow and there ain't no witches

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

With the finest logic set in motion a plot with televised optics

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

I'll even light a joint while i'm waiting for the school bell

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

Spit shit like ali to make the knock out bell ring

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

Quickly kneel down to strictly kings of shit, the grim logic

Whos ready for the match that they get cracked like liberty bell

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Suddenly that weed falls out of the jar on the floor